A rabbit was back in my garden this evening when I went out to water. I have a feeling it was contemplating eating one of my green onions, and then to hide its mischievous nature sat on it when I came out the door. The stalk was broken, of course. I said good evening to my hopping friend, and pointed it to my son who was oblivious to the brown fur ball sitting in my onions. He decided to be helpful and chase it out. As for the green stalk, I quietly harvested and washed it. The little one had his first taste of home grown green onion and winced. I took a taste and immediately thought of my twice baked potato recipe. We both said prayers of thanks for the first fruits of garden- his to the garden angels and mine to Don and Beli and the nature spirits. I left what was left of the onion as an offering. It was gone a few hours later. I am not sure who won this round whether or not it was me or the rabbit. Perhaps, we both got a taste of the goodies yet to come.
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