Now don’t laugh. Even though I’m in sunny California we have one spot in town where we get crazy color from the trees. The church up the street was built by an old Irish elf of a priest who missed the old country and one legacy he left us was the church parking lot. He on purpose had it planted w fall color-changing trees. It is a real beautiful spot to just sit and read car magazines. Nobody’s ever run me off while I’m out there praying to the gods of speed.