We took a walk in the glorious sunshine today, through the thick-bladed grasses in their brilliant green, under the late-spring boughs whose new weight bends the aging branches with youthful fertility, pausing to admire the hawthorn’s delicate pink blossoms barely emerging in a first bloom. We began to plan for the next phase of our lives, a mix of hope and visioning and honest and imagined hesitations, determination and fear swirled together.