If the maples are the orchestra’s violins, the oaks are its cellos — resonant, grounded, and slow to fade. The White Oak, with its broad, graceful leaves, turns a tapestry of russet, wine-red, and bronze as the season deepens.
Oaks don’t rush the moment. They change color late, holding their leaves through November, sometimes even into the snow. The effect is rustic and dignified — the hues of aged leather, apple cider, and late sunsets.
Their steadiness brings balance to the more dramatic trees of fall. An oak in autumn feels like the earth itself turning toward rest.