It's that time of the year again. The time when winter arrives with a wave of bitter icy coldness and soon enough you catch sight of the first little robin you've seen since a long, long time, he's looking in your window; he's poking his little head where he pleases. It's the time when most trees, except those Christmas-tree type evergreen trees, are completely bare, their branches stretching out and up across the land in which they grow, whereas they were once fully-covered in green and, a few seasons later orange, red, and yellow leaves. The Halloween decorations are out and the Christmas decorations are in, masks and costumes and pumpkins