Words that paint a thousand pictures…
“Maples are trees that have primeval fire in their souls. It glows out a little in their early youth, before the leaves open, in the redness and rosy-yellowness of their blossoms, but in summer it is carefully hidden under a demure, silver-lined greenness. Then when autumn comes, the maples give up trying to be sober and flame out in all the barbaric splendor and gorgeousness of their real nature.” Lucy Maud Montgomery, The Golden Road
Or, how about this irresistible gem:
“The maple leaves were coming down like girls jumping out of hotel windows with their dresses on fire.” Heather O’Neill, The Girl Who Was Saturday Night
Photos by Dinkum (samaras), William Warbys (leaves), and Russ Dionne (buds)
Stephanie,