good friday collage

The simple cross you see in the collage was made by my son a few years ago.  In our house there are a couple of celtic crosses hanging on the walls.  The cross I like best is the one my son made.    Made out of clothes pegs all of it –  including Jesus.  A boy’s simple representation of a man who simply had a message “love one another as I have loved you.”  The flowers represent renewal as I plan to use this weekend to rest, renew, pray, worship and contemplate.  To all a joyful and blessed Easter.


easter bunny collage

Thought this would be appropriate with Easter arriving soon.  I took these pictures a couple of years ago at our family cabin.   I arrived there with the boys late one Friday night to meet a friend and his children for a work bee weekend.  Both our spouses were working so we decided to go ahead with a planned work weekend.  When I arrived at the cabin that night my friend, Lou,  asked me to come  and take a look in a box he had sitting out on the deck.  Inside the box were these four little adorable bunnies.  Turns out he was mowing the lawn and didn’t realize there was a bunny nesting  place in the area and he ran over them  – yikes!  Thank God the blade was above the bunnies and not a scratch to the little cuties.  He told me that he spooked the mom so he decided to leave them in the box overnight outside on the deck in the hope that mom would come back and save her babies.  “Are you crazy” I said “the owls will get them for sure.”  “The best chance they have is for their mom to come and get them” he said.  We stood and argued for a bit and I grabbed the bunnies and brought them inside.  Lou was so frustrated with me he called me an idiot.  The children were pretty excited and we kept the bunnies  inside overnight.  The next day I started researching through the internet what I was supposed to do with these abandoned  bunnies and it turned out Lou was right on every count.   You can’t just give them milk because they would get sick and most likely die, you could get a special formula sold through specialty stores and feed them that but we were hundreds of miles from any kind of store that would sell a product like this,  so in absence of the specialty formula the best chance these babies had was for their mother to return and the best time to leave the babies out for her hopeful arrival was – yep you guessed it – at night.   Lou not being a told you so man, kept saying to me  “so, what did you find out, so what are you going to do, so how are you going to handle this, so, so, so – he was really annoying me.  I had to admit I was wrong and he was right – killed me to do it but I wanted the bunnies to live.     Mom rabbit was seen earlier in the day and we were pretty sure she was hiding out underneath the shed.  We brought the little bunnies out and left them in the box but I insisted that the box was upright and pushed right up against the shed to shield them from harm.  Of course we argued about that but I won – the box was upright against the shed covering them from danger.   The next morning I was up before the children and went straight down the stairs, out the front door only to run into Mr. big tough Lou man bent over the box to see if our cuties were gone.  They were gone and I was praying a big old nasty owl, bear or coyote didn’t get to them.  A little later that day I was walking through the grass when I spotted one of the babies.  Mom rabbit had scattered them all through the property laying each baby about 5 – 12 feet apart and she hid them so well you could barely see them.  I’m not sure why she did that but the next day when I checked the area where I found them the day before – all the babies were gone.  Lou said “coyote got them” and I said “no momma got them.”




“Well,” said Pooh, “what I like best,” and then he had to stop and think. Because although Eating Honey was a very good thing to do, there was a moment just before you began to eat it which was better than when you were, but he didn’t know what it was called.”
― A.A. Milne, Winnie-the-Pooh