And that's ok. It's actually irrelevant to the rest of this post. But I can't see a rabbit without singing the song about the bunny idol: "the bunny, the bunny, oh I love the bunny..."
I came home today and the girls dragged me out to the back deck. "You've got to come see this! It's awesome!"
I expected to see some art project or creation. But the girls were standing still, watching a rabbit munch on our yard. According to the nanny, they'd been there for a while. Now this bunny frequents our yard, and our neighbors'. We've seen him pretty much every day since we moved. But we're still excited every time we see him.
I guess we didn't really have neighborhood bunnies at the old place. Perhaps there were too many neighborhood coyotes and fisher cats? Or maybe this neighborhood is more bunny-friendly. More bucolic. With actual grassy yards.
I went walking with a neighbor tonight, and we saw more bunnies. All over the place. I miss living across the street from the Arboretum. But this neighborhood is definitely cuter than my old one...