It was rather a cold day yesterday for yet another one of “our” walks together. The construction along the normal path forced us to take our “old” normal walk, but we were both fine with that. It gave us the chance to walk side-by-side and get caught up on the “House of the Month” and the day. (Spouses are supposed to do that.)
The cold weekend had made most of the trees decide the leaves were optional attire. Many of the oaks were still maintaining some modesty. As winter progressed they would also shed their old clothing in anticipation of the new clothes awaiting them in the spring. And, it was these old clothes covering many of the sidewalks that gave my wife and I much pleasure.
One of the earliest dates I can remember was a walk through my wife’s neighborhood. It was just after a brief rain. Because I was still more boy than man (I likely still fit that description in most categories), I found humor in grabbing the trees lower branches and shaking them as we passed under the low hanging limbs. Granted, I may have gotten a little wet as well, but my future wife did take the brunt of the trees premature shedding of the accumulated rain.
Today’s walking date had leaves that were not going to be holding any rain for young lovers to shake onto each other’s heads. The leaves were mostly all spread out on the sidewalk. They were content to sit idly by awaiting any slight breeze. Or, they were content to lay their all snug with their kindred who had enjoyed a season together enjoying the blue Texas sky. As we walked through the older congregants of St Oak, the leaves swished together to remind us they were there. In our wake, they whispered their concerns until the motion of our footsteps was a memory.
As we walked through more seasoned piles of leaves, we enjoyed the special earthy smell reserved for dampened leaves. Some of the leaves decided to rustle together, appearing to have slightly more disagreement about the their present roles. If they were to far gone to rustle or less trusting of the pedestrians determined to disrupt their retirement, the leaves may have yielded an occasional crunch as a secret stash of acorns was revealed.
As we neared the end of the walking route, we knew it was not the leaves or the breeze or the mistletoe (Yes, we are not too old to notice) growing in many of the trees that took us out on this post-dinner walk. It was time to enjoy each others company without having to share each other with those we had left at home to clean up the dishes. It was time to realize and remember the commitments made and the life shared. And, it was time to burn a few of the extra carbs eaten during dinner….