In order to get to my mailbox, I have to walk along the path which wends its way between some of the trees and shrubs in my front yard.
Recently, and particularly since Cyclone Yasi went through, there has been some spice and adventure added to the short walk.
I first became aware that I was not alone on the trek when I got a face full of spider web one morning. This caused a rapid retreat, to brush the stuff from my face and hair, along with educated exclamations, such as “Ugh” and “Oof”.
If you happen to pass my place as I warily approach the mail box, you’ll be entertained by the sight of a woman in a semi-crouch, waving a broom stick in front of her rather in the manner of Shogun brandishing a samurai sword.
Roll on, winter.