Concrete Rabbit

My other choice was "Concrete Bunny" but I just couldn't.

My wife Donna put this little concrete not-a-gnome statue in the front shrubbery. Everything is slowly filling in around, and its nook looks pretty cozy at the this point. The light from the setting sun, filtering into the background, probably leads to a child’s secret lair, a place to hide with the bunnies and away from troubles.

What is that concrete rabbit trying to say, though? The look on its face is oddly subtle for a garden sculpture. Maybe it’s happy? Maybe it’s wondering at the nature of existence? Maybe it’s just pleased to be among the better shrubs on our property - a rabbit snob, in that case, which would be sad, but oh so typical of the modern age.

We also have live action as well; this is Lily in the part of the back yard that is very weedy; I don’t know why we care so little about these weeds, I guess backyard weeds are just not an important thing any more. They have a kind of pleasant feel - “Hey, at least we’re green, please love us!”.

And Lily, of course is looking at me with her, “I see you finally left that concrete rabbit to ponder its own existence and came out back to admire me!”

She loves love. Pure sweetness. Maybe she makes the weeds look so pleasant…