I never cease to marvel at the beauty of the trees this time of year.  They decorate themselves in reds, rusts, browns, oranges, golds in a symphony of color that only nature can create.  The cycle is repeated annually and a prime example is the red maples leading up to the River Creek Clubhouse.  These trees seem to cling to their adornment longer than others as if yearning to treat the observer with their enduring qualities.