One autumn stands out particularly well in my mind year-after-year. Scott and I took a camping vacation in the Great Smoky Mountains National Park in the fall of 2000. We hiked the days away amongst the golden glow of Birch, Beech, Maple, Hickory, and Oak cultivars, while their leaves also covered our path. In the middle of the day, deep in the woods, the glow was so bright all around us that we had to wear sunglasses. When I close my eyes, I can see our path as if it was yesterday.Thanks to that one trip, I am forever grateful for the golden fall trees on our lot. Though we have some of the same trees as the forest, we also have many Poplars as well as hybridized specialty varieties that seem to be created especially for my enjoyment this time of year.
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