Suspicious Rabbit
5.10.2008
Tonight holds a perfect spring evening that I have been craving since January. It is incredible how spring just appears. I am driving and suddenly things are green. The wind moves and there is rustling. And a specific rabbit suspiciously hangs out in the same spot by my new rhododendron. We've locked eyes more than three times and he absolutely must know I am on to his antics. If one leaf shows teeth marks, I would know his mug out of a line up. Ben and I set up a fire pit just beyond the deck in our half disaster backyard. We have a few years worth of pine firewood that has patiently awaited a night like the present. A few friends sit around the fire with us. They smoke strawberry flavored tobacco from the pipes inherited from Uncle Al. The tobacco and pine mix: it stays in my hair and transfers to my pillow.
I've been struggling for words recently. This winter I experienced a burst of thought translation that kept me writing almost daily. I miss this. I am trying to keep up with spring hustle: the garden that is possessed by Bishops weed (apparently the worst weed in the world ), be the family contact for my patients that a patient can only dream about, slowly bundle the 40 foot pine tree branches & haul to the street, cake decorating at the Joanne Fabrics in Lincoln Park, and clean up the messes that are a direct result of my house being forever under construction. I have not reflected and for this I have hired Sister Sarah to follow me around and slap my knuckles. Thank you for arriving, Miss May. Chicago is incredibly grateful for your purples & yellows.