Our neighborhood is on fire right now, with all the maples in full Fall color, I mean. I'm not talking about the fires that arise from deep frying a turkey that hasn't been fully defrosted (story for another day). Fall is over most places, but here in the deeper south, it is peak leaf. Apparently, in our neck of the woods at least, planting a few Japanese maples in your yard was a thing back in the 1950s when the place was developed. Now, seven decades later, these trees are fully mature and the current owners of the homes can still enjoy the awesome display each fall. Now that's a legacy as far as I am concerned.
