The small potted plant probably weighed no more than a gallon of milk, but the load reflected a practice of lifting the other in life.
The other night, I was walking my dog around the neighborhood. I turned a corner to see an older couple ahead. The woman wore a neat blue-and-white patterned dress of mid-calf length; he was in a white short-sleeve shirt, high-riding tan shorts, dark socks and brown street shoes. The plant was dark green and happy.