Answer:
Light me up in backyard gatherings
In spring, I am gay in handsome array. In summer, more clothing I wear. When colder it grows, I fling off my clothes. In winter, quite naked appear. What am I?
I'm a word that's hardly there. Take away my start and I'm an herbal flair. What am I?
My voice is tender my waist is slender and I'm often invited to play. Yet wherever I go I must take my bow or else I have nothing to say.
I have leaves on my fruit my fruit is on my leaves.
No matter how little or how much you use me, you change me every month.