One Saturday in June
Things do happen that aren't planned.

Cardinal with attitude
One of my photos in the show.

1. I walked the dog, but discovered I had forgotten a plastic bag, so I returned home lest I be discovered in an embarrassing situation. 
2. My houseguest from Portland (Oregon) was eating breakfast, getting ready to join her family for a brunch before departing back to Oregon.
3. I had breakfast as well, but discovered the milk had turned sour. I apologized to my friend from Oregon, who was too polite to have mentioned it.
4. Niko discovered a nest of baby rabbits under my favorite daylily in the yard, and I buried two rabbits. 
5. The second baby rabbit – he rolled on it and squashed  it, so I had to hose him down.
6. Another friend came came as my Oregon friend backed out of the driveway and we went up to the Hill Institute to see the annual exhibit, a collection of work from the year, including two photos of mine, a riotous and stunning display of quilts, exquisite displays of woodworking and boat building, and my favorite, a wall full of drawings of carrots from a beginning drawing class.
7. We went home. Niko dug out and I buried a third baby rabbit.
8. I returned to the Hill institute to pick up my photographs.
9. And lo and behold, my raffle ticket won a beautiful hand-turned cherry bowl.

   

   The bowl I won.
   [Wombles not included.]

10. I returned home ready for lunch.
11. Niko was busy; I buried another baby rabbit.
12. I peeled an egg for a sliced egg sandwich, put it in the slicer, and discovered it was a soft-boiled egg.
13. Oh well. It wasn’t a bad sandwich. Certainly not dry. 
14. While I was making my lunch the dog returned to the day lily.
15. I am putting off exploring the yard to check for additional rabbit bodies.
16. The dog is calm, lying placidly in the open doorway basking in his prowess as a mighty hunter.
17. Now for chocolate cake and malted vanilla ice cream.
18. Later. The fifth and final baby rabbit has been buried.
19. The dog has been washed.
20. I was wrong. There was a sixth.

Blessings on the baby rabbits, friends who don’t hold sour milk against you, craftspeople who put beautiful goods up on display and for raffle, chocolate, the person who invented malted vanilla ice cream, chickens who give us eggs, daylilies, and especially my dog, who makes my days interesting and my soul thankful.