An evening out

My wife, putting the horses out for the night to eat wet grass in the cool of night. It is not so often that we are both out with the horses. We used to do it so often before our daughter was born. Now, these stolen moments together feel like a treat, or a wee date.
I think Steinbeck put it best, something like... "For how can one know colour in perpetual green, and what is spring without the winter chill to give it sweetness?"