a place of your own
All joy and excitement, the kids came to get me to show me a surprise. Through the picture window, all three of us looked out at the cute little cotton tail rabbit peacefully and contentedly feasting on our carrots. Looking at the flower and vegetable beds I can see that it has been doing a very thorough job of digging up and consuming all things bulb and root that it was able to find, with special emphasis on the fragrant lilies. The kids watch the bunny with wonder while I’m mentally reviewing all the ways to prepare rabbit stew. Half the garden gone, half more to go, the bunny moved methodically to the next plant. My brain simmering with aggravation, I get out to chase it away despite protests. It looks at me, outraged, and reluctantly departs. I feel guilty.