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.
I noted that my neighbour has electrified his approach to autumn leaves. Out came the leaf blower, then the lawn mower.
While I swept and scooped and squashed, manually, these crisp goldens into my green bins, he …