Showing posts with label bunny. Show all posts
Showing posts with label bunny. Show all posts

Monday, May 18, 2009

The Bunnies’ Vegetable Garden

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.”
Ecclesiastes 3:2

Friday, August 24, 2007

Peach


We got a new bunny today. She is a dwarf rabbit, about two months old. She is as soft as a peach and reminds us of the hybrid white peaches with beige markings. So we named her Peach Hoppity Miller. The store owner assured us that the most likely cause of Hoppity's untimely death was fright from the thunderstorm we had the other day. My daughter felt much better after hearing that it was not her fault. We set up two cages, one outdoors and one indoors, and will be bringing the rabbit indoors whenever bad weather is threatened. It is so wonderful to see the children all bright and happy again, chasing after their new pet as it hops about on a bunny leash in the grass.

Wednesday, August 22, 2007

Hoppity Hophop Miller

My daughter's beloved pet Dutch rabbit died today. Needless to say, we are all very sad. The baby doesn't know yet, but she used to wave hello as we pulled her past the cage in her red wagon. Just thinking of taking her past the empty cage has us in hysterics. We buried the bunny, with a little ceremony of sprinkling Easter water and saying a prayer which my daughter wrote:

Dear Hoppity,
I loved you dearly.
You made me happy when I was not.
I wish I could see you in heaven all happy and hoppy.
I won’t forget you.
Amen.