One year long ago in the last century my parents had a place in Newfoundland, Canada. They went up there every summer and lived up there in sunnertime. I went with them a few times. One year on the way home fall had hit Canada late September, around the time of my birthday. As we were travelling we saw the most beautiful color of leaves on the trees. Our cameras were packed away in our luggage someplace. We didn't get pictures of those leaves. (DRAT!!!!) They were spectacular, like you've never seen before, or at least I haven't. It was BEAUTIFUL!!!!
Dad has a very good friend who has a summer place in Maine. The leaves were beautiful there too. Not as good as Canada, but beautiful none the less.
Isn't that pretty?
My parents do not go there anymore, they sold the place after mom got sick. In all our trips up there we have not seen leaves change like that since.