In anticipation of the social event of the year, Sosie pulled out all the stops and set this splendid table, breathlessly anticipating the Rolfsrud gentry's arrival at half past six o'clock. In a salute to the male side, the ample floral arrangement, culled from the rainy pond sidehill this afternoon, has been dubbed "The Rose Bowl." We hope they like it. We're sure they'll be on time.
For her part, Sosie took a big sigh of relief and gave herself a Fonsie four thumbs up. (Those are her garden gloves, drying out after a morning spent on her knees in the beds.)