I planned the walkway around the side of the house to feature the red maple at this time of year. It's the focal point as you round the walk, although honestly you can't miss it from anywhere in the yard, inside the house, or half a mile up the street.
A multi colored fothergilla is at the start of the walk, and the maple is at the end. It works the way I planned.
The fothergilla is enough to make you stop before you even start down the allee.
I also planned a pop of flame red color to anchor the far right front corner of our lot, where I put in a red oak last year, but it is nowhere near as big as the maple.
And yet this skinny red oak is not bothered by its wispy stature. It puts out a confident blast of red, even though it is eight feet tall and has the girth of a drinking straw.
It will some day have an effect like the maple, but I'm tickled that at this young stage it is so blatantly red in fall.
When I go back inside the house the flaming red fire of the maple lights up the kitchen window. A red glow reflects off the table, the floors, the counter.