High pitched squeals resounded through the gardens well before the small bodies scuttled across the clearing to disappear among the bushes. Chloe lent back against Pa’s knees as he sat to catch his breath on the bench beside the footpath. She giggled as she followed the hive of activity unfold before her. First James, and then Angus would run toward her, hand out ready for a high five, before pivoting and dashing back the opposite way. The laughter reached a crescendo as the boys passed in the clearing. Pa shook his head at the joyousness of it all.
He reached over into his backpack and slid out the thermos of tea that Shelia had packed for him. She knew he would need a cuppa mid-morning. She hadn’t lived with him for forty years without knowing that he frequently bit off more than he could chew, especially with this lively lot.