Each month as I approach the Provo townhouse traveling north on Seven Peaks Boulevard, I am awed by the tree line on the east side of the street. The limbs may be naked in winter, but that allows Mt. Timpanogos to shine in the background.
In fall they glow with autumnal color.
In Spring, they burst forth in glorious white. This summer I will make sure I take a picture of shimmering green leafed trees as a final quartet to four very distinct seasons.