By Derek Lirange

Every fall thousands of people come to New England to see the trees do their magical performance of changing colors before shedding their leaves for the winter. While our forested hillsides and mountains are beautiful any time of year, there is perhaps no time more iconic for our landscape than this. One particularly magical experience is passing through a tunnel of trees, branches laced together from two sides of a road, while you are showered with colorful leaves in the breeze. This sort of a scene probably conjures images of rural landscapes, old farms lined by trees. Living and working in Worcester I’m also familiar with many of the neig