It’s a fine autumn day, in tone at least though not according to the date, and the leaves are falling. For the first time, with thanks to the Year of Sweat, I actually enjoy sweeping them up. The stride of the broom is longer and stronger, thanks to my new found strength.
While I swept and scooped and squashed, manually, these crisp goldens into my green bins, he roared across the pile, again and again, with his lawn mower to break them up. While I burnt calories and grew still stronger, he just used up electricity … unnecessarily?
Each season should contain experiences shared with no other season of the year.
Autumn is marked by our approach to falling leaves.