I was driving up Bunker Hill , turned right onto Highland and someone was snapping a photo of this display. Of course I pulled over to the curb, rolled down my window, snd did the same.
Eastern Redbud tree. It was a beautiful day today before the downpour of rain arrived Saturday night. Just look at that blue sky.
A friend planted the Redbud in my backyard as a memorial to my parents after they’d passed. Thanks, Ginny.
It was my parents favorite type of tree. The way the pink blossoms emerge along the entire branch makes it a stand out amongst the flowering trees.
Flopsy, Mopsy, and Cottontail. The ones who did what they were supposed to do. Mother Rabbit returning from market. And Peter. Looking enormous compared to the rest of his family.
No one I know, actively collects ceramic figurines these days.
Or wants to dust them.
But they look dear to me. I took them out from behind the glass to photograph them. Peter certainly is larger than his mom.
I know, two cute rabbit posts in a week.
Artist Bill Pfahl’s painting in the background.