4 p.m.
warm, clear skies, cool in Grandma & Grandpa's backyard
End of a family day, celebrating G & G's 65th weeding anniversary (in two days.)
Just about time to leave, kids in the car in the driveway, adults working on good-byes, when suddenly the car begins a slow roll backwards. A quick jump in and stomp on the brakes stops it - it didn't have the parking brake full on nor the stick in gear - but now I'm all full of adrenaline and need to quiet myself down before driving home. Someone suggests a walk out back and so we all head in that direction.
My grandparents' backyard has always been a special retreat over the years. Fond memories of games with cousins and brothers, egghunts and a swingset that could launch you into the sky are all hidden here. Now tomato plants offer their last fruits, camelias are showing off their first blossoms, blueberry bushes hide quietly in the shade against the fence. Family members chat now, Grandpa begins to putter, my nerves begin to calm and we can head out to the driveway again.
