Yesterday kept unfolding with surprises. To begin, I took my friend B to pick up fresh milk from a new farmer. I swear, this farmer/kid looks about 13, his whole farm is new, and he has a wife with a three week old infant. Visiting his farm once a week, paying thirty dollars for three gallons of fresh milk, and helping in some small way to support their farming life feels wonderful. Milk is getting more yellow as spring grass comes in. Onion milk can't be far behind. And all is right with the world on that farm. So mote it be.

When we got home my daughter presented B a lovingly needle-felted sculpture of Blue, an ancient Great Pyrenees surpassed in her fluffiness only by her sweetness. I think this was one of my daughter's greatest works of art to date. It looks like Blue. It captures something of Blue's essence. And its made all with Blue's fur. I wish I'd taken a picture. I think it made B happy-sad-cry on the inside for her lovely aging dog, for art, and just for love.

Then we left to forage a picnic at the store and hit the park. We've been talking about Letterboxing to B. Its a thing we used to do in Texas, a thing we very much enjoy. Who doesn't want to scour beautiful lands for tiny artistic free treasure? Somehow, we've been too preoccupied to actually go. Yesterday the kids accidentally found a brand new letter box with a hand carved stamp. And that box led to another box. And that box led to two other boxes. It was spontaneous fantasy letterboxing.

But it gets even better. Because we found a box randomly, we missed the first two in the series. So now we get to go back with our hand carved stamps. No wait. FIRST we carve new stamps because we're all older and way more sophisticated than we used to be. Then we go back, find two new unseen boxes, and stamp the ones we've already seen. We may even be first on their ledgers.  What a great way to introduce our friend to our old hobby.  Of COURSE B just happened to have a compass with her. She says, "Well, you never know." I notice its those sorts of "you never know" folks whose path always seems littered with marvelous incidents.

Other things happened involving a rotten catfish carcass and a stick, a flower that was divine smelling on top and oddly but naturally stinky on the bottom, sunshine, love, magnolia trees, ghosts, and good times.