Most evenings, after dinner, my sweetie and i stroll around the flower gardens, then walk to the vegetable garden and harvest whatever we find there--right now that's summer squash and broccoli.
We enjoy the sweetness of each other's company, especially in light of a neighbor who died suddenly, leaving her husband alone.
Last evening, our "date" was deporting a chipmunk. We dropped by the widower's home with some small containers of broccoli soup and zucchini casserole. I don't believe i'd ever met this man, Richard, though he looked familiar. He was very graceful, showing us around his home. My sweetie, sat down at Richard's wife's piano, and played a sombre sonata from memory.
Richard's phone rang, and we departed. Ever more thankful for each other's companionship while we have it.