Now it is truly Spring in the Tidewater.
The little fellow was closer to the window when I spotted him (?), but this is rather the best shot that I got. By the time I got the windage he was right spang in the middle of the thyme bed.
People debate like crazy why it is that rabbits have become identified with Easter and April. Only an academic who never looks out the window would sweat ink over that.
They drive my gardener daft (and yes, David is back, but about that later). I love them. We both belong to an older world, and fear, as C. S. Lewis did, “a Ministry gassing the little holes in which we dwell.”
Thrive, little guy.