Autumn brings to the courses an especial beauty. The maples flare a pinkish red, the hickories turn a buttery yellow, the oaks withdraw into a rusty brown. The trees gradually show bare branches and a fresh new breadth of light washes over the fairways.
Views deepen; forgotten perspectives reappear. The lower angle of sunlight brings the swellings and swales into fuller relief. The course has been ripening toward this season of golden harvest.
The Yankee Golfer
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