Fall

As Autumn kicks into full gear, I've begun to realize exactly how much fall I missed out on by growing up in the state of Washington. Of course this time of year is great up north, and I have never complained before about the season, but fall is simply better when you experience it here in Utah. Washington didn't get its nickname for nothing - the evergreen state truly stays green. I remember at the LDS stake center that there was a handful of large deciduous trees and in our used as well we have a few small ones planted around, but besides that the only change in the trees are dead browned pine needles too weak to hold on thru the cold winter months. Here in Utah, we have the treat of watching fall creep down the Wasatch mountains until it reaches the valley floor, taking away the green and replacing it with rich reds, yellows, and oranges. I know it must be notching compared to the east coast - or so I've been told by east coast lovers here t BYU - but for me it's a new and fascinatingly beautiful experience I enjoy every 12 months.