I giggled. “Jenkins can’t talk, Nana.”

Nana pretended to be offended.

“I’m pretty sure I’ve heard Jenkins talk. Of course, I am a very good listener!”

I looked at Jenkins. He was sound asleep, cookie crumbs on his whiskers. Big puffy clouds covered the sun. It was getting chilly. I climbed onto Nana’s lap. Nana smelled like the sheets hung outside to dry, fresh and clean. She wrapped a warm blanket around us.

“Take a closer look. That sly rabbit sleeps with one eye open. He doesn’t miss a thing. In fact, it was Jenkins who introduced me to the magic in my garden. I will never forget that day.”