Tired Bunny

It’s after 11 p.m. now. The Country Bunny and the Golden Shoes has been read aloud; we marveled at how the little country Cottontail bunny managed to get all those bunny children to do the household chores! The eggs are colored and hidden hither and yon outside. The chocolate bunnies are snug in their plastic eggy bubbles. The carrots we left out for the Easter Bunny are thoroughly nibbled; only crumbles remain on the rock where we reverently laid them earlier this evening before the children went to bed. The Bunny always leaves us flowers and fruits, as well as pretty eggs, because around here the Bunny remembers her earthy, pagan origins. The small Easter presents, wrapped in colorful tissue paper and yarn, await eager hands to tear them open. The bamboo Easter baskets are ready for their special gathering job; their purpose will soon be fulfilled. The wheatgrass centerpiece we’ve been growing for a couple of weeks is on the breakfast table; several years’ worth of needle-felted rabbits and chicks frolic there in the green. Ian has prepared the two dishes we were asked to bring to family gatherings tomorrow.

The Easter Bunny must arrive at our house before dawn because the children who live here wake before the roosters crow to see what magic might have happened while they slept. We’re ready. Happy Easter!

2 Responses to “Tired Bunny”

  • frosteee
    April 12, 2009 at 5:08 pm

    Aww, that is so sweet!
    I love hearing about the holiday traditions in the Wilson house, I think it’s wonderful that you are striving for the close-knit family, and succeeding. Happy Easter to you all!
    <3 Elisa


  • lunagirl35
    April 12, 2009 at 5:20 pm

    You deserve a gold medal at the Momlympics for your holiday set ups!!!


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