I collected these hand-carved wooden bunnies when I lived in Nebraska. As Easter approaches, I set them out and enjoy their company. I first bought the carvings simply because they were cute and I love rabbits. But as my collection grew and years passed, the bunnies came to be a reminder of the passing years. When JT was small, the bunnies were placed on a higher shelf. Toddler JT liked to gently hold each bunny in his hands; sometimes I’d let him tuck one of the more durable rabbits in his pocket. Their presence in this window sill (next to some framed family pictures) is both a reminder of Spring and a tour of some very happy memories.
I remain horrified by the clown show in the White House and I fear that phrase insults clowns. I like to read (I just finished Sarah Vowell’s Lafayette in the Somewhat United States), garden, cook, and talk.
I love….swimming laps, sunrises, laughter, wooden bunnies, bunny tails, a fresh pedicure, Sarah Vowell’s sense of humor, soft nightgowns, daffodils leaning toward the sun, teaching the history of the 1850s, the morning coo of the neighborhood doves, blue skies, sunny afternoons, the arrival of opening day, linen skirts, good writing, a clean house, longer days, good books, and the deep sleep that follows a good workout.