Serendipity

It's a good day when an orange and yellow butterfly lights on a pot of yellow and orange marigolds at the moment I look up from reading and when that butterfly doesn't fly off before I can go inside, find the camera, come back, and snap several pictures. Later my neighbor calls my name through the living room window and invites me for a drink and then dinner with a companionable group composed of the neighbor and her magazine editor husband and their children, her cousin, a college soccer coach neighbor and his New Orleans-native wife and children, a gentleman studying to become an Episcopal priest, and the college vice-chancellor's wife and her grandson. What delicious company.