First thing this morning, as I walked by the big window, there was Flopsy Cottontail.
First thing this morning, as I walked by the big window, there was Flopsy Cottontail.
He was having an early breakfast of stale corn flakes, sprinkled there a day ago. Who would have thought it? Stale cornflakes!
He would stop chewing only long enough to look me over, as if to say, “Old lady, no milk to go with these Post Toasties?”
His brother, Mopsy Cottontail was nowhere around. Guess he was sleeping in
Ṫhey have a vast playground here at the retirement village. On my daily walks, I see them here and there and everywhere.
Talking about rabbits, reminds me of a book I’ve had for possibly 20 years.
It is about Beatrix Potter, the creator of Flopsy, Mopsy, Cottontail and Peter. That book calls to me periodically and I find myself reading it yet again.
Needless to say, I greatly admire her. She was quite a storyteller and even did all the illustrations of her beloved childrens books. She was a wonderful watercolor artist.
So, I think about my paints packed away and wonder, should I try my hand at painting, again?
You all, I am not an artist. It is finally happening, again. The roses are blooming! We have many beautiful roses here at the retirement village. Many of them loaded with buds and some in full bloom and some just starting to bloom. The colors vary from deep red to pale pink.
Excuse me! I think I’ll lay down my writing pen and take a stroll and ‘go smell the roses’.
Before I go, however, I can’t wait to tell you this account of two elderly bachelor brothers.
They bought themselves a new mule. Now, this new mule was a lot taller than the one previously owned.
When they attempted to put him in the barn, his ears were too tall and hit the top of the door.
They backed off and looked the situation over and decided, this won’t do!
The constant scraping would be hurtful to this poor old mules ears.
They scratched their heads and wondered how to solve this problem.
One said, “Let’s cut out a section over the barn door.”
The other one said, “Wouldn’t it be easier to shovel the ground away, enough for the mule to walk in and not scrape his ears?”
Quickly, the other one said, “That ain’t no solution – it won’t work. It’s his ears that’s too long, not his legs!”
Those old boys could not think their way out of a paper sack!
