10:31 am: I look up from writing and glance out my office window. There is a bunny sitting in my front walk, munching on clover. As I watch, s/he picks one, and hops toward the bushes with the white clover blossom sticking out between her/his teeth... so cute I laugh.
(How can I not be at least a little bit of a "little Miss Sunshine?")
My neighbors' lawns are like green plush carpetting, it's true. But the bunny rabbits don't visit their front walks.
(How can I not be at least a little bit of a "little Miss Sunshine?")
My neighbors' lawns are like green plush carpetting, it's true. But the bunny rabbits don't visit their front walks.