
"It’s 3 a.m. and I’m looking over the pergola covered deck. My tulip tree is wrapped by a scarf of lights; red, blue, yellow and green; blazing against a background of pure white. Planted in summer to mark the corner of the lot, it guards the property from the north and the east. At its base, a collar of powder-dusted Pennsylvania blue-stone folds around the trunk holding back a small flower bed..."
A story born in winter; born of a request from a friend.
A story born in winter; born of a request from a friend.