It’s been a beautiful Easter weekend. If you don’t count the fact that Ishmael ate the corner off a new rug, and Britches found a nest of baby rabbits and was playing with one yesterday when we saw her, put the rabbit back near its nest (unharmed) for its mother to tend to, and brought Britches inside to stay for a week or two, at least until the rabbits have a chance to run from her. Cats are altogether too good at killing things, which is why Ishie will forever be an indoors cat. The perennials we planted last year, that I was certain the squirrels had dug up, have come back, with a few exceptions. The ginger in particular makes me happy- it has even spread since last year. Our neighbors down the street have had big gatherings every night, cars coming in from all over, dozens and dozens
of them, to join in some fellowship of the missionary Baptist church to which they must belong. The Coopers hawks nesting nearby are feeding young now- we espied them this morning. And while walking to see them yesterday evening a black woman in what seemed a drug-induced psychotic episode came walking down the street, arguing and hollering at someone only she saw, with frequent use of the “N” word. We did get to the arboretum this morning and there was lots to see. Though it’s similar every year, I never tire of seeing it all anew.