I sat in the grave yard at first light watching the Hares coming out for the day and thinking how nice it would be if one came and sat by the grave for a photo. Two minutes later, one obliged me.
This could be the image for my mother -- she died May 10, her birthday was May 19, and the rabbit was her daemon (a la Philip Pullman). Your photo brought back many warm feelings in her memory. Thank you.
