And I proclaim, I don't like to collect things. This is a tough garden for bunnies.
Penny, my late mentor, had a porcelain bunny with a dried hydrangea blossom hat. Instead, I found a dog, above.
I can still hear Penny, You're no bunny till some bunny loves you.
Hence the bunnies in my garden. They're passing along Penny's voice, and laughter, in my garden.
Garden & Be Well, XO Tara