This is the time of year when we believe in magic. We sing about a snowman who dances and a reindeer whose red nose saves Christmas. We read fairy tales to our children and watch “once upon a time” movies.
I write about a gentleman rabbit called Oswald. I came upon him quite unexpectedly in my garden. He was enjoying sun and taking pleasure in the day. I apologized for disturbing his peaceful moment and turned to walk away. He raised a paw to stay me. Introduced himself and told me this story.
Rabbits have the stewardship of all growing things . This is an enormous responsibility for the rabbits. It was made especially difficult for many refused to believe our planet was in grave danger. And that is how the tales of Oswald began. The story of Oswald’s celebration of the winter solstice has been told before, but like all good fairy takes it is lovely to revisit.