.i met him again .in the early hours of easter morning
.while drinking tea at dawn i watched with delight through the window at the goings on until i could not be still another moment . i needed to get closer, and for an enchanted minute in sheer wonderment of the event before me i watched him from the porch .thoughts raced through my mind about the bunny, like...
.do you suppose he is the real one, or a helper like the santa's at the mall? .nevertheless, he seemed quite sincere and focused on his task of hiding his overflowing baskets, & paying me no mind .i wasn't sure he'd even seen me .but then, with a wink, before he left the garden he hopped over and gave me a handful of chocolate jellybeans which appeared as if he made them himself .so i didn't eat them...
.hoppy happy easter everyone