"Blame it on Instagram? Perhaps, but Americans have long been avid for fall’s slow, showy reveal. As Emily Dickinson wrote in her 1896 poem “Autumn”: “The maple wears a gayer scarf / The field a scarlet gown.”
Henry David Thoreau penned similar hymns to fall. “How beautiful, when a whole tree is like one great fruit full of ripe juices, every leaf from lowest limb to topmost spire, all aglow, especially if you look toward the sun!” he rhapsodized in an 1862 issue of the Atlantic. On the internet of foliage, he would have killed."
Henry David Thoreau penned similar hymns to fall. “How beautiful, when a whole tree is like one great fruit full of ripe juices, every leaf from lowest limb to topmost spire, all aglow, especially if you look toward the sun!” he rhapsodized in an 1862 issue of the Atlantic. On the internet of foliage, he would have killed."
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