O JOY! THAT IN OUR EMBERS IS SOMETHING THAT DOTH LIVE

Yesterday, I was sitting on the sofa for a few moments, reading a chapter in a new and, so far, excellent book, when something caught my eye outside in the yard. At first I thought it was a dog, but it was a hare, a gigantic rabbit, much bigger than a cat, that went lolloping by, its ears perched forward and its impossibly long feet flashing white. We’ve seen him before; he uses our yards, both front and back, as regular shortcuts on his daily bunny commute. Later, driving to Mats’ and Annelott’s home for the yearly Walpurgis Eve bonfire...