Tim looked at me and I looked at him and decided that we had a bit of hitch in our giddy-up.
My sister texted and invited us across the road to supper. It was spur of the moment, and we decided to take her up on it. This was their 39th wedding anniversary weekend.
It was a country supper, mashed potatoes, hamburger gravy, and sauteed green beans from their garden, and it was just fun to sit and visit. I'm not sure who came up with the idea, but we went out and dug leeks. It was a nice hike through their woods, and a chance to notice all the tiny little spring flowers. We stopped to examine Dave's hunting shed, which had a tree fall on it. It will need some repairs over the summer. "Another thing on the to-do list," my sister said.
The glade was just a sea of leeks, enough leeks to feed the county, probably, and we only needed a bucket. You could see where the deer had been nibbling away too.
The four of us walk through the woods talking easily. Their big old dogs limp on ahead of us. I'm picking my way carefully through the wet spring areas, around treefalls, and over little freshets. One misstep and I will twist my knee again. I will be limping just like the dogs. While none of us are really 'old dogs' yet, we are all grandparents, and we are all on the brink of our retirement.
There's no point to this, really. Just the re-realization that time is passing.