My home is situated on roads lined with the most colorful trees in Whitehouse, Ohio. Looking out my window or walking or driving down the road provides a panorama of spectacular colors. My throat catches an intake of surprise, although I always know the surprise will be coming. My throat can’t help itself. I’m always amazed and delighted to be so. Like knowing someone will jump out and say “Boo,” I am still taken aback a bit. Do the trees enjoy seeing my surprise? Perhaps so, because they provide a whole season and never tire of the game.