Locally when wandering around the field edges in early November, I came upon a cottontail rabbit that instantly fled upon noting my presence. I called it a survivor rabbit. Later, on the same stroll I found a clump of rabbit fur which obviously came from a less alert non-survivor.
The 2nd and 3rd graders at Andes Central School enjoyed the Miraculous Journey of Edward Tulane so much that on the day we finished reading the book together, I brought each of them their very own copy to take home.
The plots keep you turning the pages, always wanting more, in the manner of high-level genre fiction by writers like John Grisham and Michael Connelly. When I re-read them, the stories were just as good the second time around. So why don’t I like them better?
The chickens today are wandering in the yard, searching for treats that, this time of year, are few and far between. They probably don’t realize that tonight their freedom will end for quite some time, some of them for the rest of their very short lives.
Natural stone and mossy rocks are a mainstay of the Kyoto garden. They are everywhere, and I always say “you can never have too many rocks.” I love the way they use stone.