Piles of anxiety
Autumn is an anxious season. While the sun still warms the backs of the ewes, and fantails still chase about the zinnias and the late dahlias, the worrywart frets about what is to come.
Soon, the gutters will need cleaning and the roses and hydrangeas will need pruning. There is painting to be finished. God help him if the chook house isn’t sorted out,
