Monday, April 6, 2009
The Eater Bunny
So there he is -- the EATER BUNNY! I'll bet you thought I made a typo and meant to say Easter Bunny. But I meant what I wrote. That damned rabbit has eaten the shrubs I planted last summer to provide food for wildlife. That's not what I meant by food, you dumb bunny! You were supposed to wait until they had flowers and fruit. I guess I'm the dumb one, not to have protected those tender little twigs. At least the Flowering Dogwood survived, as did two Highbush Cranberries, their twigs too high for even a standing rabbit to reach. And the Trumpet Honeysuckle, while snipped to a foot from the ground, shows faint signs of resurrection. But two Red Chokeberry shrubs and one Sweet Pepperbush appear to be gone for good.
Oh well. Just a little test of my zen detachment. For years I didn't give a hoot what grew in my yard. I was off to the woods or the river to enjoy all the beauties that grew without my having to lift a finger to make them that way. My goal (if I had one) was to let the weeds take over at home. And what wonderful weeds there were! Violets, white and purple. Speedwells of several kinds. Ground Ivy. Shiny bright Buttercups. Cinquefoil, Rough and Rough-fruited. Ladies' Thumb, Jumpseed, Thimbleweed, Strawberry, Creeping Bellflower, Pale Sunflower. Daisies, Asters, Goldenrod. Black Nightshade, with tiny super-sweet black tomatoes. Trumpet Creeper that couldn't be stopped. And giant stalks of Wild Lettuce that towered up to the second-story windows. I'd mow just enough to call it a lawn, and that was that.
Then I had to go mess it up. I went to a nursery and bought stuff. Even though I chose all native species, I should have left well enough alone. Just because I spent money on those shrubs the rabbit ate, I resent him (her?) eating them. If she'd eaten the Trumpet Creeper shoots or sampled the Black Nightshade, I would have said "Help yourself, dear bunny, there's plenty more where that came from." But now I'm mad at the rabbit: a shadow falls across my Eden. So no more purchasing plants for me. What grows, grows. What doesn't, bye-bye. And maybe this rabbit will compensate me by bringing me baby bunnies. Darling wee creatures, lippity, lippity, lippity, over the lawn. Much prettier than Sweet Pepperbush, anyway.