The little plastic Santa comes out of his box
the children write letters.
The last flowers are gathered from the garden
and bits and pieces of foliage admired.
We see curious fungi on a walk.
The usual trip to the green market to see wreathes
buy fruit
and see more wreaths
and luxuriate in berries
and more berries.
An edited picture of a splendid tree on Long Island looking mysteriously festive.
My little book available here.....https://www.amazon.com/Two-Summer-Stories-Village-Flower/dp/1539654478/ref=sr_1_2?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1480619675&sr=1-2&keywords=elizabeth+wix+two+summer+stories
