The other afternoon, before it got too dark, we bundled up and went outside to sit under the apricot tree.
She was cautious about the grass. She didn’t like to crawl on it much, or even to touch it, really.
But the leaves. She loved those. She wanted to have all of them.
A little later we moved to the front yard. We sat on the porch steps and watched cars drive past us. And we waved to a lady walking two german shepherds.