I like winter trees. I definitely prefer the warmth of summer over the cold of winter. And nothing is better than being outside on a warm spring or summer day. But for me, trees have much more character to them in the winter. They are more unique, more individual.
I pass by this field often since it's within a five minute drive of where I live. I see it in all seasons, at all times of day, in all kinds of weather. And every time I drive by, coming up the hill, this group of five grabs my attention. But it was a winter day, as the sky was clearing, that the trees spoke most clearly.
I don't know what kind of trees they are. I'm sure they are five completely different kinds of trees. And in other times of the year it's easy to see that one is no longer living. But on this winter day, the five came together, alive, and communicated a welcoming message to anyone who was there to listen.