Some Bunny Done Me Wrong

 "But I don't want to put pesticide on the poison ivy. The bunny might eat it and die," I protested.

My older brother and sister had both told me, independently, that getting rid of the poison ivy was priority #1, and the bunny would have to avoid munching on it or pay the consequences. Their rolling eyes over my protests told me they weren't concerned about my adorable woodland neighbor.

If I had known what a poor neighbor Mrs. (or Mr.) Bunny would turn out to be, I would have thought twice.

Apparently, digging up people's lawns is the downside of resident rabbits, and my backyard has taken the chew as a result. Not that it was going to be showcased in BH&G anytime soon, but the lawn was green and grasslike. 

Now it looks like a war zone.

I've had to let go of so many things, that having a decent yard is just one more. I must accept the fact that there'll never be a time when I look out my window and admire the view altogether. There are bright spots, of course. The rosebush that I planted this year that hasn't died (yet). The Rose of Sharon bush that bloomed all summer long. And the burning bush, which is now turning a spectacular shade of red. (Max assures me the Rose of Sharon and burning bush are invasive species. I'm sure the word is out among the flora about me and my lax gardening skills.)

another invasive
species

Sure, I could moan about my disorganized wreck of a life, but instead I decided to follow Mr. Ginley's lead this week. The MetroParks are so close, there was no excuse for missing the stunning display of foliage this year. So off we went to drive, walk and sit in the park and admire nature's fireworks display. On Wednesday, Thursday and Friday he said, "This will be the last nice day of the season. We'd better get out there and enjoy it."

I'm thankful we did. Today it's raining and the leaves will be gone in no time. 

And, hopefully, my destructive neighbor will hibernate when the weather turns.

Please tell me that rabbits hibernate!