springtime wisdom imparted by flirtatious rabbits
On sunny days in the spring I like to sit out in the field, usually with a book and a green tea lemonade. Sometimes the rabbits come very close like they want to see what I’m reading but this was the first time one of them actually struck up a conversation.
There were some almost-awkward pauses and a few clumsy remarks about the weather and he seemed like he might bolt back across the field at any moment, but eventually he settled down for a good long chat.
He mentioned that he doesn’t like carrots, which I found surprising but he called it a cartoon-propagated rabbit stereotype.
He nibbled clover while I sipped my green tea lemonade.
We talked about life and about change. About heartbreaks and choices and difficulties, spring-blooming, equinox rebirth and new possibilities.
He told me that he prefers to hop higher when the ground gets difficult to walk on. His tone suggested this was something of a metaphor.
In that mid-air moment, he said, it feels like flying.
About flax-golden tales. Photo by Carey Farrell. Text by Erin Morgenstern.