Rabbit Rabbit
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.
Say “Rabbit Rabbit” on the First Day of the Month for Good Luck All Month Long.
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?
How funny, I was also 16 and had no clue what was going on.
I would be happy to weed your garden, but it’s a heck of a commute!
Making your peach pie this weekend, and it’s all for me!
Oh, how I wish you were closer. Perhaps an offer of bed and board might make that distance feel shorter.
Enjoy your pie. I hope you take the first bite from right out of the middle, too!
If I lived closer versus OH, I’d come and help in your garden and pull weeds. Unfortunately, I’m getting to be an expert on pulling weeds! Of course, I’d never refuse a piece of pie.
Glad to hear from you again and I can’t wait for your next book.
Hoping RABBIT RABBIT doesn’t inspire more rabbits to come and eat my petunias! They love the taste evidently, especially the white ones, and I can’t explain why.
Have a wonderful weekend and an August of good luck!
P.S. Woodstock will forever be a wonderful memory.
I wish you were closer, too. As I mentioned to Susan in the previous comment “Perhaps an offer of bed and board might make that distance feel shorter.”
I hope your August is full of good luck, too…and that those rabbits might find their way over to Mr McGregor’s Garden, where, I read, carrots (and white petunias) are in abundance.
Sorry, Kate, I AM close to you (Agnew!), but am right in the middle of my own currant harvest. Lots of dinners consisting of popcorn, or pancakes, or pizza (our go-to “3 Ps”). Maybe when the farm settles down…..
Good luck on the new book! Look forward to adding it to my collection!
I totally understand Cyndi! What kind of currants do you grow? Black, red, champagne?
All three. All go to Finnriver for cider, except for a few to make red currant jelly or black currant syrup (cassis) to trade/barter.
My husband and I have been saying Rabbits, Rabbits, Rabbits the first of each month since we have been married- 50 years ago tomorrow!
Marianne-I’d say that is a pretty fine testimonial that it works! Happy 50th Anniversary to you both!
I know the feeling. This week I canned zucchini relish, dried 4 cantaloupes ( not at the same time I was canning 🙂 made a gallon of pickles, and just picked up a bushel of peaches to can. Plus weeding my own garden and trying to keep the rabbit rabbits out of my fall peas. The vacuuming will have to wait-again. Good luck Kate! The weeds- like the vacuuming- will still be there later.
Indeed they both will! Thanks for checking in, Rabecca, and your harvest sounds great!
I was occupied in another sort of down-the-rabbit hole experience during Woodstock, performing two shows a night seven nights a week in an Equity show on The Strip in Las Vegas. Talk about an alternate reality…
Hap-pie gardening and writing, Kate – forge on!
Definitely an alternate reality! Thanks for the encouragement, Omma. Waving to you from across the alley!