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Ducks fly over rough water on the Bay of Green Bay.

It is still beautiful in the Cofrin Arboretum, even thought the peak of the autumn color is behind us. The air is crisp, the sky that filters through the gold of the populars and ash are illuminated even on cloudy days, the leaves crunch underfoot, even the deer and turkeys seem unafraid of quiet approach. What more can we ask for? As nature writer and journalist Hal Borland said "Autumn is the eternal corrective. It is ripeness and color and a time of maturity; but it is also breadth, and depth, and distance.  What man can stand with autumn on a hilltop and fail to see the span of his world and the meaning of the rolling hills that reach to the far horizon?"