Yes, I say it when awakening this morning. “Rabbit Rabbit” ensuring, hopefully, good luck all month long. It’s a superstition in Britain and North America, and I’m sure we can all use a little extra good luck.
Right now, I’m in the trenches on book three, as well as getting ready for the next 4-day Art of the Pie Camp, which is why I haven’t been here writing to you. It’s pedal to the metal now, and it will be a while before I’m ready to push the send button with the manuscript to my editor, so I do beg your patience and truly hope you won’t forget about me.
Speaking of forgetting, my sweet garden is not getting it’s usual attention…
- (Anyone want to come and help? There will be pie!)
…but gardens are patient and will be there with open arms…(and more weeds than usual)…when I return.
But for today, let’s say Rabbit Rabbit, in hopes that good luck might continue to come our way. I sure am grateful when it does.
And, White Rabbit Rabbit?
Go ask Alice, I think she’ll know.
P.S. Woodstock was 50 years ago. Can you believe it? I was 16, heard “The Call” and wanted to go so much…but didn’t. How about you?