Say “Rabbit”

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With yesterday, being February first, I said “rabbit” a lot.  A friend introduced me to this custom many years ago.  I was completely unaware of it being “good luck” and may have missed out on all sorts of fortune, because of it.  Now, I make it a priority on February first to say “rabbit”-of course I also make wishes on stars and dandelions.  The fact is, I make a wish now, on anything beautiful-even pretty rocks and redbirds.  You must know I wished on the “blue moon”.

Yesterday, felt like a genuine spring day.  It seems this winter, days are very cold or very mild.  I do not wish the winter away, as some do.  Winter in the country, is much more leisure, than when things like southern vines are growing . . still yesterday was especially beautiful and did my heart good,  Spring is so lovely.

Last night, I packed for a weekend in  Elizabeth City.  I also cooked cooked two dishes to leave for Kyle and Christian.  They are young men now, and do not need to be coddled with such antics, but I can not bear thinking about them eating  just eggs for several days.  My older boys and Jenny are good cooks, and I suppose there is hope for the younger ones too . . when I stop cooking for them.  I can not bring myself  to take such measures now, though.

I awakened this morning to the sound of rain.  The spectacular blue moon, was no where in sight.  It is pitch dark, as I write this, so hence, the early service has not yet commenced.  I may end up driving to work, in the midst of it.  I will teach violin and then leave for the home of my beloved daughter and grandchild.  

After Violin Class

The rain had stopped falling, and the day became clear, with a cold wind blowing.  As soon, as the students finished practicing the “Tennessee Waltz”, I headed north.  It was a beautiful drive and I made good time.  I came in the back door,and smelled supper cooking.  Jenny was ahead of the game. Lyla did not run to greet me and the only sign of Jenny, was the supper, that smelled wonderful.  I found Jenny, upstairs, asleep, with Lyla in her arms.  I do not not know of too many sights more beautiful than a mother sleeping with her child.  They both seemed so comfortable and were probably dreaming, I thought-and so for this reason, I crept down the stairs, and was as “quiet as a church mouse”.  I thought it was a lovely time to read . . and it was, for all of twenty minutes -then I too took a nap ,  as the the morning service, seemed so very long ago.  Will came home to a quiet house.

We were all awake by the latest part of the day.   I had to have coffee, as I always do, when I wake.  I tend to wake  so slowly, and  from naps, I can be grumpy.  Lyla and I had a sweet reunion, while Jenny put supper on the table. We were all so hungry after napping.  The meatballs were cooked to perfection and piled on pasta, smothered in a delicate sauce.  It was a wonderful dinner and satisfying, on a cold winter night.

Afterwards, Will and Jenny watched a favorite show, and Lyla and I played with a small doll house.  The characters that live in the house, are based on a British childrens’ program, and so Lyla speaks with an English accent, as she plays.  Last night, all of the dolls needed a “bahth”.

I promised Lyla “honey cakes” for breakfast and told her to try to remember her dreams, at bedtime.  She went upstairs, to find her bunny, she calls Peter, and soon after, was again “fast asleep”.

Saturday Morning, very early

Once again, I was awake, long before daybreak.  Outside the kitchen door, the world was cold and still.  The “blue moon”, though waning, was bright and ribbons of golden light seemed to cascade over the sleepy village, like a divine baptism, of sorts.  

By the time, the moon had faded to silver, the birds were busy collecting their first course of the day.  A tiny wren had flown into the back porch, which is screened.  He was frantic and in such distress, and  the solution  to his problem, was just an “arms’ length” away.  I understood his dilemma well.  I came in, as  it would soon be time to hear what Lyla had dreamed, while I cooked  “honey cakes”, anyway.

 

 

47 thoughts on “Say “Rabbit”

  1. How wonderful, Michele, seeing your daughter and granddaughter asleep. Priceless. I know what you mean about not HAVING to leave food ready, but my hubby and children love it when I do when I go away. Crock pots and freezers are my friends. 🙂

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  2. Oh such Peace and Beauty you pen with your words, Michele. I don’t know if you have noticed but the “energy” lately has been soft and very loving. I “feel” that reflection in your words. Thank you so much for sharing your life with us. 💝

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  3. The blue moon couldn’t have picked a better day to shine.I giggled at the thought of Layla saying”bahth”.my girls have been born in Ireland and so far always lived here where the currency is the euro but ,because of the English cartoon they used to watch,up until a couple of years ago they always and only talk about pounds and sterling…so funny.Have a lovely Sunday ………oh,I nearly forgot:”rabbit”

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  4. What a lovely, caring mother you are to leave meals for your sons! That’s great that your older ones are good cooks. One out of three of mine can cook, and it’s my son, not my daughters. Some take to it, and some never do. John took such a gamble with me. I cooked my first dinner two weeks after we were married.

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  5. I really love to hear about your visit to Jenny and your granddaughter. It sounds so peaceful and happy.
    Mother and child asleep whilst smell of food draws you in. You falling asleep and then time for a good dinner and fun time.
    Miriam

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  6. I have never heard of the “rabbit” custom. Thank you for sharing ! Is this of British origin too ?
    The picture of Jenny and Lyla reminded me of the Madonna and the baby if that was possible. It is the sweetest picture to see through my mind’s eyes.
    I imagined you walking softly through the house looking for Jenny and Lyla. The violin class part I skipped over and dawdled over the early service at the Rabbit patch part and the early service with the wren. I hope the honey cakes turned out well and Lyla enjoyed them as much as I enjoyed reading about her grandmother preparing to hear her dreams of a night.
    Susie

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  7. I will remember to say Rabbit next time. you cooking for your son brought a smile to my face. I think we mothers never stop being mothers. I am off to Sydney next week for my eldest’s second ankle surgery. He will be 25 this year still I think he will need his mum for his surgery

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    1. Saying rabbit on the first of February is simply suppose to bring good luck-probably silly but is fun -like finding the first star-or a four leaf clover. Prayer is more like a communion for me with the heavens-I will make a wish for you first chance I get-thank you so much. Michele

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  8. I must make a note on my calendar that I need to say “rabbit” on the first day of February, though I can’t imagine a life more lucky and blessed that mine already is. And, as you know, I count you among my blessings. (I loved the fact that the dolls had to take a “bahth.” Children are precious.

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    1. I say rabbit now even now, if something irritates me and it makes me laugh! Believe me I have said worse. I am glad you are so blessed and for me to be any part of it . . . now that makes me cry!! thank you my dear friend. love Michele

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