Over my life I’ve delighted in the annual pageantry of autumn, watching the green leaves of summer morph into brilliant oranges, reds, and yellows. Even purples. This is one of the perks of living in the Northeast U.S., starting with 24 years in New England before moving to southeastern Pennsylvania.

I confess that when I first came here, I found the season a bit drab; it just didn’t compare to the intense reds and crimsons that are the trademark of a New England fall. It didn’t take me long, though, to come to appreciate the different, but no less vibrant color palette—the brilliant yellow hickories and beeches, the multi-colored sweet gums, and the sometimes deep purple notes in the oaks.

One of the takeaways here is that I’ve experienced plenty of fall seasons where there’s spectacula

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