Evenings in the springtime are especially nice at the rabbit patch. There is a time just after supper and just before the first stars start shining that comes in softly and leaves in the same way.
I am calling it “the Edge of Night” which is the name of an old “soap opera” that I remember my grandmother watching when I was a very small child. She managed to see it on that very busy farm, by ironing or shelling beans at the exact time it came on. Any task that required one being still would arise consistently at that time of day-it wasn’t her fault that it worked out like that. I learned early on that it was not the time to ask questions or pretend my dolls could talk. Of course, soap operas were mostly just on going mysteries and quite harmless in those times. A…
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