Goodbye Winter, Goodbye Bunny
Today is summer. It is 80 degrees and the daffodils and hyacinths all fainted. I don’t know what happened to my tulips. Was it too cold, or did a gopher eat them?
I was weeding the parking strip when my 86 year old neighbor Bill wandered over.
We chatted about his lawn mower (the hubby delivered and picked it up for him at local small engine repair shop.) I learned that Allie, his dog, would have an afternoon bath. He commiserated with me over the resilient grass and weeds that I was digging from the gravel.
I took him into the back yard where a wide circle of rabbit fur indicated the last moments of one of our little cotton-tailed friends. I was hoping it wasn’t the work of our cats. The Contessa has no claws but L-G (Little Girl) is fully loaded and has a history of living outdoors.
No body parts were left behind so we concluded that it was the work of a hawk or another wild animal.
“I had some company this morning,” he announced. I’d seen the two unfamiliar cars out there earlier.
“There were five of my former students that stopped to see me,” he smiled, and told me their names.
“I told them they should take some flowers to their mother, and so those boys picked a big bouquet of daffodils.”He was proud; pleased that they had taken time to come visit him on a Saturday morning, and pleasured that they enjoyed his early blooms.
I, however, was amused that he still calls his former students,these men in their sixties, boys.
Look! You can just see the snow melting!!