Last week, a flock of birds rose up from the grass in front of us. I told Hugh about how birds fly south for the winter because as the seasons change, it gets colder and they are seeking warmth. He didn’t reply, and I didn’t know if he even heard me.
Yesterday, walking past our now barren garden, Hugh said, “Where are the strawberries? Strawberries are gone. They got cold and flew away…”