"Georgie"

Robert Lawson wrote a children's book entitled, Rabbit Hill, which I read when I took a course in "kiddie lit" in college.  It is a story about a clan of rabbits who lived on a run-down farm that was sold to "new folks," and the rabbits were concerned that they might be stingy with their vegetables in the garden or that they were not nice in general, much as we all are when new neighbors arrive. 

The main character, Little Georgie, was a typical youngster who was full of energy and not full of caution,  one day ran in front of the new folk's car and was hit.  When they carried him inside,  the other rabbits feared that he had met with doom, but when Little Georgie showed up with a bandage and all fixed up, they knew the new owners were good people. If memory serves me, they also put up a sign that cautioned visitors to drive slowly because rabbits lived there.

This rabbit, whom I named Georgie,  because he reminded me of his namesake, lives under my back deck and he ventures out quite often in the back yard to see if there are delectables that might be a pleasant change from his diet of clover and weeds.

Here he is inspecting a piece of bread I tossed out to him.



It meets with his approval.

Like me, Georgie loves watermelon.

Georgie, we both love summer, so enjoy, as I will, the good things summer brings and we'll just have to muddle through the barrenness of winter. But I might find an apple or two  and share.