The oak and the maple and our dashed hopes

I should have known better. Daring to predict the quality of the autumn foliage in New England is an act of hubris that seldom goes unanswered. Alert readers of this column will have noticed that despite my assertion in September that we had the potential for an outstanding display of fall color, we have instead experienced one of the drabbest, most muted and altogether lackluster leaf peeping seasons in recent memory. 

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