Last Friday I came home from work ready to change clothes and race back to town for a play this evening, but ice daughter and number one daughter could not be coaxed out of the house. Number one daughter put on a bathing suit and read on the porch in the sun. Ice daughter turned on the TV and stretched out on the couch. I went into the garden.
The carrots were in terrible need of weeding. I need about ten more bushes of basil. Everything needed water, especially the potatoes. I was pulling some tenacious crabgrass in anticipation of replanting a little lettuce and more radishes when I heard rustling in the asparagus, which has gone to seed by now. I’m a little scared of snakes and when the rustling continued, I peeked in that direction to figure it out while at the same time trying to plan an escape route.
It was a baby bunny. Inside my garden, despite my 2 foot rabbit fencing that I was so proudly touting in a previous blog. Adorable, with a tiny little white cottontail. Ice daughter in particular was fascinated by bunbun, especially when bunbun was unable to figure her escape route. She forgot how she got in. I left the fencing open tonight and I’m hopeful that her Mom comes to retreive her, while at the same time ignoring my brussel sprouts.
Maybe our best intentions don’t always result in the outcome we’re looking for. Maybe we suffer with a problem, like really sticky belly fat, and put so much time into ridding ourselves of it, but when we look down, it is right there, under our noses. Then we try to tell ourselves that it doesn’t really matter, but it does. A lot of energy and time is going into making this situation right. Just letting it go is not an option.
Keep up the hard work. None of this is easy. But it matters, it really does.