This time of year, I love driving around anywhere I can be surrounded by trees.
I'm lucky, because it's not too hard to find a tree-lined lane where I live.
At one point, I had a 30-minute commute during which I mainly managed to stay on windy lanes where the trees connected across the street, forming canopies overhead.
There's something about those streets that feels safe and enveloping. Almost room-like. The color adds to it, for sure.
This time of year, everything is in shades of ultra-bright green and unfurling with hope, before the July sun has sapped its strength.
Everyone who knows me well thinks I love the month of May simply because my birthday is during this month, but it's more than that.
The greenness of it, the newness, makes celebrating the passing of another year all the more meaningful.