SPRING again
My cousin Susan has never been the cheeriest person. Even on this glorious September afternoon, she’s no different. She says the leaves turning brown remind her that we are in the autumn of our lives.
When we sit down, I want to tell her my news, but now she’s going on about her daughter-in-law, Georgia.
We’re in my garden with tea and a freshly baked orange cake. Whiskers is leaping towards a butterfly. I
