There are many gifts that Nature bestows upon us; the breathtaking thunder of a waterfall, the heady scent of a rose, the fluffy, cotton clouds riding the horizon...We are blessed here in the Northeast by the annual chameleonic occurrence referred to as the changing of the leaves.
The birch adapts the colour of golden silk reflected off the creamy, white bark and the mighty oak bears shades of yellow through orange... but nothing is as vibrant as the magnificent maple.
The maple shows its glory in every shade and hue imaginable from the spectrum of red.
Apple red that first tempted Eve in the Garden of Eden...Deep red reminiscent of the ruby lips of a sweet lass translucent against her lilly white skin...Dark crimson from shades of the battlefield left upon the grass...
Instilled by cooler nights and shorter daylight the majestic maple makes her transition from the summer costume of green, setting forth a montage of red that has changed little throughout the passage of time...
