Leaves

In a funny mood, couldn't think of a thing to say about the picture or the day. I could only come up with, “eats, shoots, and leaves.” I guess that's what I've been thinking about: eating and writing.
I can't seem to come up with anything for our annual Solstice Verbiage coming right up, where about a dozen of us gather for a personal and fun alternative to holiday insanity, when we read something we've written ourselves or by someone else, tell a story or a joke, play some music, sing a song . . . I wonder if I could get Betty to tap dance with me?