Autumn Has Its Glories in The South.

Northerners often say they couldn’t live in the Deep South because they’d “miss the seasons.” They might not.

Autumn has its glories in the Deep South. The region may not have the White Mountains as a stage set for the elegant bronze leaves of beeches or the burnt oranges of sugar maples.

But here on the Gulf Coast, pecans are falling from trees, and satsumas are turning from green to orange. Camphor trees glow with glossy black berries — and if you break off a stem at the root, it will smell like mothballs.

Many of our leaves stay green, but others display an Impressionist’s palette, not Campbell’s Soup reds. Andy Warhol might have cringed, but Seurat would have felt at home here.