How can I forget the name of the book?
I awoke this morning a little sad and a lot tired. The night was filled with strange dreams that left me unsettled, but with no memory of the content. But the day is mine to own, so I walked outside to adjust my attitude, screen-recorded a fun music mash-up and sent it to my new friends with a positive message about having an amazing day. I checked on my garden, lamented over the funky problems I’m having with my tomato plants and walked towards my yard. Before my feet hit the grass, I saw a bunny peacefully grooming itself in the yard. I spoke softly to it, backed up and pulled out my phone to record my fuzzy friend. There are a few rabbits that visit consistently to gorge themselves on the ornamental peaches that fall from the tree I lovingly named Hebe, after the Greek Goddess of eternal youth. Despite the gaping hole in her trunk, she still produces fruit for the animals in our neighborhood who are forced to live in our concrete jungle. She brings rabbits, squirrels, birds, bees ...