Sunday, March 31, 2013

Easter and a Tale of Three Tails

"There is time for everything 
and every thing it its time." - E. Aster Bunnymund



"Mama, it's hard for rabbits to hide all those eggs", he said clutching a love-worn plush bunny.  "Flop", is his given name.  The brown hare arrived in his Easter basket when he was just a babe and has been his steadfast sleeping companion ever since.

I too had a prized plushy as a child, and it was also a rabbit.  He had long satin ears, the color of sky, and a white fur body.  Today, a vegetarian, I cringe at the thought of a real rabbit fur plushy, but as a wee girl I carried him with me everywhere and often by his ears.  Then one day I accidentally dropped him in the toilet.  The bunny was rescued and  washed which rendered him misshapen and matted.  The only recognizable features were his ears.  I was inconsolable.  So, my parents searched high and low for another.  Unable to find a twin, they found a plush kitten made of rabbit fur that was a very close match.  Unbeknownst to me they performed and ear-ectomy on the rabbit and transplanted them onto the kitten. 

When they presented him to me, it was as though they had performed some sort of magic.  I could not tell the difference.  Except for one thing.  I buried my nose in the fur.  It had a scent.  I will never forget that scent!  A heavenly scent, woodsy and wild.  The bunny had been my sleeping companion for some uncountable years.  I don't remember when my rabbit left.  One day he just disappeared as mysteriously as he arrived.

Time passed as time inevitably does.

I was 30 years old, living in New York City, and having the kind of adventures that grown-ups have.  I celebrated this pinnacle birthday with a sunset to sunrise party on the roof of my flat in Greenwich Village.  After the festivities, when everything settled into its ordinary rhythm, I received a visitor.  A friend came bearing a birthday gift.  He placed in my hands an adorable white and tan kitten with eyes the color of sky.  "Elvis" was his given name and I buried my face in his fur and kissed him.  The kitty was my steadfast sleeping companion for the next 18 years of my life.

It is said that olfactory memory was developed during evolution to help animals recognize other animals.  Herein lies one of the truest truths that nestles in my heart.  You see, I had forgotten about my childhood bunny until my 30th birthday, until the moment I kissed my kitten.  He smelled familiar.  He did not smell like my other cat, Sid.  He smelled unlike any other animal I had ever known.  I sniffed again and suddenly that unforgettable scent released all the memories of my childhood rabbit in vivid detail.  I couldn't believe it.  He smelled exactly like my rabbit.  I looked into his sky blue eyes astonished and breathed in the scent of him again and again.  Time passed as time inevitably does and Elvis disappeared from my life as mysteriously as he arrived...

and every Easter the cottontail delivers delightful treats to my boy- and a basket of sweet memories to my heart.

"Mama, can we get another cat?"
"One day."
"When...what kind?"
"Every thing in its time...I will know him when I smell him".


Hidden


Found


In his basket were tiny gifts all wrapped in grassy hued tissue paper: a bunny kaleidoscope, a balloon copter, an aquatic sandwich shaper, Satch-centric vintage hankies for his Spring allergies, a mushroom pencil sharpener eraser combo, and a carved wooden bunny pen!

His parental units equipped him to shoot for the moon.




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Saturday, March 30, 2013

Mission: Mizzou 2013

Scenes from our Spring Break Roadtrip wherein we:
collided with a snow storm,
ate a lot of food,
learned the history of nearly everything,
went snowboarding on a golf course
got stuck on ice at said golf course,
got the car towed at said golf course,
listened to Jupiter,
discovered the sunstone,
built a helicopter,
laughed with loved ones,
climbed an Indian Mound,
created a children's book,
while The Great Robinsky managed to escape the lens,
and the Bunnymund saved the day.









 













 



 


Wreath made by Sally Wood of Napa Valley Grapevine Wreath Co.   Sally has closed her company after 30 yrs, but she still has some wreaths left and they are 15% off.  Contact her at the email address on her website for details and ordering.



 Home sweet home...

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Saturday, March 16, 2013

Happy Leprechaunukka!

"Tomorrow is St. Patrick's Day", he shouted, "Happy Leprechaunukka!"























He showed his friend the workings of the Leprechaun trap that he built then he helped her build one of her own.  "Maybe we'll catch one this year", he said.

Addendum:  St. Patrick's Day

Early in the morning, he found edible gold coins in the trap, but the tricky leprechaun got away again!  We celebrated with green bagels for breakfast.





"May you be blessed with good friends.
May you learn to be a good friend to yourself.
May you treasure your friends.
May you be good to them and may you be there for them;
may they bring you all the blessings, challenges, truth,
and light that you need for your journey." 

- John O'Donohue  (A Friendship Blessing)

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Thursday, March 14, 2013

Ms. Herron's Fish

This is, I think,
what holiness is:
the natural world,
where every moment is full...

and the fish leaps, and leaps again
from the black plush of the poem,
that breathless space. - Mary Oliver


"Mama", he said, "I drew a picture of Ms. Herron's fish...it was really hard because it keeps moving."

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