In front of my house is a huge maple tree. It's beautiful. I would argue the best tree on the block. I think most of my neighbors would agree, except for that random couple who hates trees, and dogs, but that's another story.
The first fall we were in our house the tree was really overgrown so much so that the lowest branches were easily within arms length all the way around the tree. That year the tree turned the most gasp inducing shade of gold. People would stop and take pictures in front of it. When the sun hit it just right the whole house danced in a full spectrum of the deepest yellows.
Our tree hasn't turned that gold since but has traversed shades of orange, brown, and burnt-tuscan-dew-on-a-winter-morn. This year it's teasing me with reds. The tip of the tree has turned and the color is slowly working its way down to the lower leaves. I'm hoping it gets so red it looks on fire, I may be a little disappointed. Then again, it's just nice to have a big ol' tree in my front yard that likes to mix things up a bit.