Our back yard seems caught midway in a costume change. The hackberry trees stand mostly denuded while the maples are hanging onto their leaves and strutting their colors.
When not admiring the contest to see who will drop the last leaf (thank you, O’Henry), I’ve been working on a new collection of poems. I finished the manuscript yesterday and fired it off to an editor. She can be a slow one so I won’t hold my breath until I hear from her. Even so, it’s a good time to be writing and I hope you are busy too.