I grew up in Southern California. I didn’t see snow until I was 11 or 12. For me, seasons did not exist. Then we moved to Colorado. I remember my first winter. I was so depressed since everything looked dead outside. I was used to seeing flowers everywhere. My mom would plant new flowers in our yard four times a year. I loved the colors and smells.
It took me a few years, but now I can say that I love experiencing the seasons. When winter hits I don’t see dead trees, bushes and flowers. I now see their beauty. And their potential, since I know that in a few months buds will start to appear and I will get giddy with excitement for spring and all of its beauty.
Here are some of the trees I marvel over each day when I take my dog for a walk. Enjoy.