Quick Change Seasons: Science Fiction

The seedlings were still unpotted when the first frozen breath of winter swept up to her cave. She screeched when she saw the blizzard of snow heading towards her, knowing that in just minutes all would be swathed in frozen white. She grabbed her shovel and raced outside, trying to save as much as she could before all would die, and for the umpteenth time, she cursed the caprice that had led her to be set down on this abandoned half-asteroid, half-world where the seasons changed with unbelievable swiftness, leaving the mere idea of trying to garden or somehow support herself off the dole listings to be not just backbreaking but nearly impossible. She had managed, somehow, once she figured out the patterns, the signs and the warnings. She had managed with the seeds she'd sewn into her clothing before she was seized for deportation, with the tools that she carved and created in the brief spring of the asteroid.

Inspiration: "unpotted"
Story Potential: Low.
Notes: I kinda like the idea of super quick change seasons, though.