UPDATE: I started this post in late April and have since made peace with my rabbit neighbors. ‘Martha’ (a Mom rabbit, distinguishable by an odd ear issue) lives in our yard and there are a variety of baby and teenage bunnies who ramble around eating various grasses and weeds (thank you!) The newly planted rock and container gardens are thriving and are more likely to be raided by squirrels searching for phantom treasure.
April 29, 2021: I feel really awful. Well, maybe a little awful? I am guilty of Rabbit nimby-ism. 🐇 Four, very large, cotton tails were cavorting in our tiny back garden this morning. Coincidentally, I am planning to tackle the rock garden/ dirt pile on Wednesday. I stopped my work day to spy on them when I realized that they were planning on converting the rock garden patch into CONDOS for more bunnies. No, no, no, no. You are really cute, but the guy across the road has a half acre of awesome, rustic land. We had a detent which included some discussion, followed by rock rearranging and fencing. I am re-reading The Velveteen Rabbit and feel, well, just horrible.
May 16th was a perfect day. A small group of neighbors gathered to hear The Foxgloves , a six piece, all woman band, perform a set of their awesome blues, jazz and classic tunes. We are all emerging from the Covid haze- and really enjoyed a chance to be outside and listen to live music!
Many, many thanks to our harpist neighbor, Nikki, who organized the day. We also thank the multi-talented Foxgloves and can’t wait to hear you all again soon!
Liz DeYoe – Guitar * Martina Morgan – Bass * Steph Snow – Vocals/Ukulele
Nikki Lemire – Vocals/Harp/Autoharp * Sara Tinklenberg – Vocals/Percussion
I started reading Flynn Berry’s new novel yesterday, set in Northern Ireland in the time after The Troubles…and then, I heard the news that a Black motorist was shot and killed in suburban Minneapolis. These are our Troubles. They are not new. They are not unique.
The Derek Chauvin trial is underway in Minneapolis. I won’t kid myself and say Minnesota has changed since back in the days of Paul Wellstone. The Prairie Home northern bastion of liberal thought and fairness never existed for all.
In the 80’s I lived in South Minneapolis. We drove a little diesel VW Golf and put tinted anti-glare paper on the side windows; I hung a dream catcher on the rear view mirror. I got stopped by a cop one time. He gave me a ticket for a moving violation and said we had to take the film off the windows because we needed to be visible. I am still alive. I am a white female. Now read the article about Daunte Wright and say his name:
Police fatally shoot man, 20, in suburban Minneapolis, sparking protests By Jared Goyette and Andrea Salcedo
Thanks to Instagram and my acquaintance with @keithsnapcat, I was introduced to a recent publication by his human uncle, Andrew Fraser. The Lighting Effect is a romp of a book, filled with spies, space people, villains, oh, and a cat. Keith will tell you he is actually the author… Please check out this gem of a book!