Dear Mrs. Gardener,
I want to thank you for providing the perfect place to raise a young rabbit once again this year.
I know that, after you found my fur-lined rabbit hole under the pretty magenta flowers, you must have thought that I would not return again to make my nest.
On the contrary, experience has taught me to do the unexpected. The dense canopy of scented geranium leaves provides the perfect hiding spot for my tiny babies.
On the contrary, experience has taught me to do the unexpected. The dense canopy of scented geranium leaves provides the perfect hiding spot for my tiny babies.
I also must thank you for all the food you so kindly provided. It proved to be the perfect means to give a young rabbit a good start in life.
The strawberries were simply delicious!
And the parsley truly divine!
My baby bunny's favourite food however has been the violets along the pathway to the back gate.
Please be so good as to plant more violets again next year!
Yours truly,
Mrs. Brown Bunny
Dear Mrs Brown Bunny,
Thank you for your kind words. I have always hoped that my garden would be home to lots of wild creatures. I am always happy to see the hummingbirds and bees flitting among the flowers. And I have never begrudged the robins and grey doves any of the berries on my trees.
I didn't even mind when a tiny garter snake took up residence in the front garden (although to tell the truth, I was a bit alarmed when the garter snake decided to swallow a toad whole in plain sight of the front porch).
I have to say that the jury is out on the groundhog that has taken up residence under the back shed (at least I think it is a groundhog: brown, about the size of a small cat, with a short, dark tail). He seems harmless enough, although we have eyed one another suspiciously a few times now.
The dogs have yet to discover the groundhog, or for that matter your baby bunny, preferring to spend their afternoons lazing around on the cool ceramic tile in the kitchen.
I can live with leafless violets, although they look as if they have been beheaded. I know they will come back in next year.
But...
I didn't get to taste a single strawberry this spring. Not one! Ditto on the swiss chard. They have all disappeared save for one very sorry specimen that looks too bedraggled to even think about eating.
Most heartbreaking was the loss of the beautiful parsley which I nurtured all through the bitterly cold days of this past winter. It was all gone after a few quick afternoon snacks.
I don't mind sharing. Really I don't.
All I ask for your dear, sweet little offspring to return the favour!
Yours sincerely,
Mrs. Gardener