I was hoping to use Debbie Laity's Summertime Special contest to show off all the hard work Mary has done with our gardens this year, but the unending rains in May have delayed the blooms. There isn't yet much that's really photogenic, and I'm out of time.
And we can't venture inside the house, because our granddaughters have temporarily turned it into a combination toxic waste dump/charnel house. So that leaves me with the rabbits.
I love rabbits and I was thrilled when the first one showed up in our yard about 5 years ago. He brought along a few friends*, and now, I can't look out at the yard without seeing at least 3-4 of them happily munching away on my grass. The dogs gave up chasing them years ago, so they're very tame, except for the babies who haven't yet learned that we're harmless. And they're fun to watch - last week, a herd of 7 of them came barreling through our breezeway, happily frolicking their way down to the lake for a drink.
Some of my neighbors, however, don't share my pleasure, and have initiated a variety of strategies to rid themselves of these essentially harmless creatures. It's true that they eat the grass and the garden plants, but in my humble opinion, that's the highest and best use of lawns and gardens, and a much loftier purpose than inciting jealousy and rage in the hearts of our neighbors over Mary's green thumb.
I have learned from my neighbors that the options for getting rid of rabbits essentially consist of creating conditions that range from unpleasant to fatal, spending a lot of time and emotional energy on the effort, and ultimately succeeding only in driving them to a location that offers them a more peaceful refuge, i.e. my house.
I couldn't do what my neighbors are doing. I'm simply unwilling for the resume of my time on this planet to include the phrase "he was inhospitable to rabbits".
*The other evening, this clown showed up looking for a race.