Writers Workshop

There’s a party going on in my back yard, and a good one too, from the looks of it. Seems like everyone is getting quite rowdy with the confetti of fall strewn everywhere.

The Aspen tree is still a bit tipsy with its gorgeous, yellow leaves dancing precariously in the wind, leaves who are trying to stay, but must reluctantly let go and drift to the ground. Beyond are two Dogwoods and an Ornamental Pear, outfitted in shades of red, yellow and green, clinging to their dresses as they sober up for what’s to come, avoiding their nakedness for the oncoming, dreary winter as long as possible.

The Pl...