Yeah, I can't help it. It just makes me happy to drive around this time of year. The maples, birches, pistaches, sour and sweet gums, and on and on. Our own tulip tree, Prang yellow for awhile, is bare, now, and the sugar maple, japanese maples and liquidambar are still so little (someday!). But the area is still full of lovely colors.
You'd think I'd never seen autumn trees before! I went to a nursery Saturday and could barely concentrate on anything but the two October Glory maples they had planted there. It bordered on the pathetic, though I tried to act casual, like it was no big thing. Today, I went back to snap a photo of them, waiting for the sun to peek out from behind the clouds (it's been rainy) so the reds would pop. I want to give them names. I took a picture of this native big-leaf maple (yellow) today on my way home. 
They're everywhere and look stunning against the pines and cedars. This orange tree is typical of those in the parking area by the Ben Franklin and Uptown Burrito. Almost too red are these burning bushes (that's what they're called). Yup. I won't plant one. Too much. Like someone spilled the paint. Hurts a little, like someone trying too hard. Still...