Stone Bunny can’t come out and play right now.
That stupid, clutzy, fool-headed, doink-wad Referee stepped on her and broke her ear. Yeah him! The one the humans call Jim.
He was focused on getting the perfect angle and he wasn’t paying any attention to her. All the garden critters were screaming at him, but he can’t hear them so his big, ridiculous, clutzy, ought-to-be-in-jail foot stepped right on her.
Bunny would like to rant and rave and tell you what she really thinks of that sorry excuse for a gardener who stepped on her, but she is not going to. She has something much more exciting to share.
Wow! She could hardly believe it. Remember how last week she and her gang tried so hard to find a patriotic vision to celebrate the American Independence? Well, here it is a week later. The difference this week is, of course, that the white phlox is blooming and it goes very nicely with the red bee balm and blue spiderwort.
Stone Bunny was about to say something obvious like “Better late than never,” but Mary didn’t miss a beat.
Bunny forgot all about her broken ear and squeaked “Of course! Bastille Day. Le Quatorze Juillet!”
Mary was pleased that Bunny was so quick to appreciate that the French flag has the same colors and the American flag. They didn’t have to feel like they were a week late at all. The garden was putting on a show for Bastille Day.
Obviously that made Stone Bunny feel much better. She was feeling quite satisfied when good became better. The Referee (she will continue to refrain from telling you what she really thinks of HIM) turned her and she saw ANOTHER vision of red, white and blue.
Hah! Bunny was overjoyed.
Granted, it was a bit of a vision of red, white, blue, pink and yellow. But Bunny hears that the French aren’t afraid to celebrate diversity along with independence, so she thought it was pretty awesome.
Well, Stone Bunny thought it couldn’t get any better. She was in a good mood and she was almost, kinda-sorta, maybe willing to forgive the Referee as he carried her into the house (so she wouldn’t be out in the rain while she healed) when she glanced over towards the zinnias….
Of course Bunny realizes that you have to use a little imagination to envision the French flag, or American flag for that matter, in a picture of a butterfly on a zinnia, but the colors are there and she figures Hey! If you don’t have a vivid imagination, you ought not be reading stories about the lives and times of stone garden critters anyhow.
Now Bunny is inside recuperating. She has forgiven the Referee and she would most sincerely like to wish Christiane, Kristel, Francisca, Parisienne and all of her other French readers a happy and safe Bastille Day. Bonne journee!