I needed a new look at the front door. The fall flowers on a birch wreath looked as though they needed a funeral. My neighbor shared her generous crop of pinecones with me. I got busy with a large piece of cardboard and a handful of hot glue sticks. An old evergreen wreath filled in the middle and I plopped on a bow. Now I’m ready for the season.
Sally Jadlow writes historical fiction, inspirational articles, poetry, and short stories. She teaches the beginning writers for Kansas City Writers Group. Her books are available at https://www.amazon.com/-/e/B007F5H0H4