Yesterday, I took the afternoon off. After a brief appointment in Whitefish I visited a dear friend whose home and company is “peace and serenity” – and fun and interesting – and with beautiful views of the mountains. Her house sits a half a mile off the main road down a country lane that has 3 or 4 houses in that first quarter mile – the last quarter mile winds around a lovely open meadow and then up a small hill to the house.

As I was leaving – turning onto the lane where the other houses sit… two rabbits sat munching on late dandelions and thistles in the grass near the road. They were a black rabbit and a cottontail. And they were sitting so close and so companionable when I first saw them that I immediately thought of a favorite childhood book: The Rabbits Wedding, written and illustrated by Garth Williams.

The sound of the jeep startled the cottontail and he moved into the pasture but the black rabbit, sat still and watched.

The Rabbits Wedding is a simple, sweet story with beautiful illustrations.

“Every morning they hopped out of bed and out into the early morning sunshine”.