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.
As I contemplate the damage of first 6 months of the Cheetoh Kleptocrat’s rule, I cannot fathom what the next 6 will bring us. I grow weary of the vigilant fear that is occasioned by this president. Time to exercise the 25th amendment, y’all. I like to read (I just finished Jane Austen’s Emma), garden, cook, and talk.
I love… baby bunnies, summer blooms, morning coffee, flip flops and toe rings, planning history lessons, Harriet Tubman, enchanted fairy gardens, farm stands, homegrown tomatoes, thinking about my bulletin board, crisp white shirts, leisurely summer days, mowing the lawn, pinning my hair in a bun, lush green hostas, shiny wood floors, adventures with T, and a sweaty workout.