REALITY?: Of Gardens and Nature

Mother Rabbit rolls joyfully in the sand where once the pool sat; life has changed. Spotting me, she glares; I’ve closed the gates with chickenwire around the peas she’s pointed out to progeny and lettuce she was waiting for to ripen.  Zucchini finally blossoms; yellow faces smiling once they see the danger gone.

And after eighteen years I finally find a cardinal feather fallen from a bright red wing.

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