Come Sit Down, Honey Bunny

Hello, Honey Bunny.

I know bunnies in the garden can be disastrous - dining on our flowery blooms. Our daughter Kelli had zillions of bunnies at her old house. I'd pull up and find them lounging around in the front lawn, not at all intimidated by my car or me. We have gray bunnies, but in Washington (where I grew up by the golf course) there were soft brown bunnies. They had the tiniest little ears! Adorable. I am drawn to "all things bunny" and Beatrix Potter's artwork exhibits bunnies in all their glory, doesn't it?

What a cozy bed Peter has here. I like mother rabbit's blue dress and her snowy white apron, don't you?

My mother has my Bunnykins cup - or maybe mine broke. It lives in my memory and is full of creamy hot chocolate with soft marshmallows floating on top. Two handles! Brilliant!

I admire this mother bunny very much. Look at all her children! She, a servant-hearted bunny, took her Easter job seriously. Have you read it? Oh, you HAVE to! You'll want some golden shoes!

I can resemble a broken record. I go on and on about trees, bunnies, chairs. Bear with me! Are YOU fascinated with chairs? I am wishing for a cozy chair at school. I'd like a soft, puffy reading chair/bar stool to sit on when I start to wilt at the end of the school day. I have to quit thinking about this and start searching for my "perfect teacher chair" sooner than later. I love the picture above - my Birdie sitting in my beat up old chair. Notice the pen marks on her leg! She's playing with Tinkerbell and the flickering fairy.

This is our family room chair, clad in her jeans.

When you acquire new furniture, is it chairs or stand-up stuff? I think I have way too much stand up stuff. Houses that have heavenly chairs say, "Welcome!" They certainly don't have to be fancy. My old college dorm had a television room full of ratty old chairs and every spot was taken by a tired young lady! My granny had a huge armchair with her TV Guide perched on the side, a big rubber band holding it closed. She looked like a happy old mole sitting in that chair. My mother sat in a yellow vinyl chair when she read my sister and I all the Winnie the Pooh stories. I can still see her sitting there in the corner. I stared at her while she read. My mother-in-law was a little lady and she sat, one leg tucked under, in her green, stripped rocker as she knit and crocheted. Today, I hope you will stop and sit. Drink a cup of tea. Put your feet up. I'm going to work on getting that cushy chair for my classroom. Any ideas?
Tomorrow is Pink Saturday and so far - no pink inspiration has come my way. I'm sure it will, so please stop in tomorrow. I love it when you pop in on Sunday, too. A Pause in Lent has afforded me some new blog friends and all of their thinking is fascinating. Time for toast and a warm bath before school. Happy Friday!