GALLERY

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Top row: Legacy members of the Old Ladies Against Underwater Garbage, me diving near a submerged pine, picking up trash, and the cover of the OLAUG cookbook.

Bottom row: Turtle ponds on Cape Cod. and getting my wet suit zipped up before a dive.

Left: A collage made from photographs of me and plant leaves.

Right: Flax Pond, Dennis, MA. Old Ladies Against Underwater clean up a pond.

Peter in his uniform for the Memorial Day Parade and below that, the two of us rowing across Little Mill Pond in Chatham. Right: the original OLAUG team.

Above: My beloved Silver Patches . Right: A snapping turtle

Years before . . . I had wondered why turtles and Peter were so tightly connected in my mind. Now I knew. Peter’s illness and death stood for the many kinds of loss I associated with aging, many of which I saw as inevitable. Against that sadness, each turtle stood for the unexpected gains that wonder’s ability to reconnect us to the rest of the world provides. As age constricts, wonder can expand.