This weekend I asked my twelve-year-old daughter to help me turn over a vegetable garden. I had planned to add more raised beds to the four small ones we created early in the spring, but decided against the expense of the wood and topsoil. I told her to make a garden with raised rows “like the one Rabbit has in Winnie-the-Pooh”. She got the idea and, without supervision, did this all on her own. In the corner you can see the small burial corner where the bunnies rest. We planted small windmill flower bulbs that will pay a quiet tribute to the gentle creatures. In the garden will be kinds of vegetables they would have loved. Let us hope the wild bunnies don’t come on over to enjoy them too much.
“A time to be born, and a time to die; a time to plant, and a time to uproot the plant.”