no spring chicken

Today, I was at my parents' house in Anytown, WI for Easter.  Early in the afternoon, my mom said, "Well, I see the Easter Bunny has arrived."  My older sister looked out the dining room window and proceeded to caw with loud, hearty laughter.  Her enthusiastic reaction made my mom and brother laugh harder, so I moved to the front door to see for myself. 
Across the street, turning away around the corner, was a slim woman dressed head to toe in pastel pink, wearing large bunny ears and carrying a basket.  I can't remember now if she had a cottony tail, but I like to think that she did.  She must have been in her 70s.  While sis thought it was an old man, Mom confirmed that this Easter Bunny was, indeed, female.  She then felt bad about our fits of laughter and informed us that this was Helen*, who walks every day of the year, no matter the weather, all around town, which is no small feat for anyone, much less someone who is already "no spring chicken."
"Or: no spring rabbit," chimed in my Bro-in-law.

The truth is, I hope to be like Helen when I'm an old lady.  Maybe not dressing up around town as seasonal characters, but ever since high school I've envisioned being a septuagenarian who goes to the grocery store wearing sweatpants, pumps, and a feather boa.  Just for fun.  Although I don't feel terribly encumbered today by worry about others' views or opinions of me, I am human and it does sometimes creep into my thoughts.  Don't get me wrong; I love who I am, my various styles of dress, and my personality.  And I love Helen's choice today, which I have to imagine was planned, in part, deliberately to make people smile.  Good for her!  Thanks for the chuckle, Helen.  I appreciated it, and the glimpse into your spirit and personality.  Here's to funny, quirky old ladies.  I hate to imagine the world without them, and I look forward to being one in a few decades.

*Names have been changed to protect the identity of beloved holiday characters.