I’m like Elmer Fudd. I don’t like rabbits, and I’ll do just about anything to keep them out of my flowerbeds.
If you’re a gardener, you know that rabbits dig under fences, and organic repellants do nothing but keep people out of gardens. (Those things stink!) Chicken wire around flowerbeds looks awful, and willful rabbits chew right through it. I suppose that I could be like Elmer and get a shotgun and . . . But then I would feel SO guilty.
[Bugs comes down as the “angel” of the snow rabbit]
Bugs: Eh, what’s up, doc? How are things down here on Earth?
Elmer: I’m sowwy, Mr. Wabbit. I hope I didn’t hurt you too much when I killed you.
Duck! Rabbit, Duck!—1953
Last spring, I ordered a clematis vine, a new variety with flowers the color of Patrick Dempsey’s eyes. I planted it, and I protected it in every way I knew how to keep those wabbits away. I was obsessed watching for those “things with ears” (That’s what I call ‘em.) and keeping them out of my garden.
Elmer Fudd: It’s wabbit season, and I’m hunting wabbits, so be vewy, vewy quiet!
Bugs Bunny’s Bustin’ Out All Over — 1980
And I was successful!
Somehow, some way, my clematis vine grew. And the vine made giant buds. And then, one day, those buds opened up into the most beautiful, McDreamy–ist, blue flowers, and I fell in love all over again with Dr. Derrick Shepherd (“Grey’s Anatomy” fans know what I mean.) And then—
You guessed it. While I slept, like a thief in the night, a rabbit burrowed under the fence. It endured the stinky rabbit repellant, gnawed through the chicken wire, and it ate . . . and ate . . . and ate.
And in the morning, I found one, perfect McDreamy flower lying on the ground. (If rabbits had thumbs, this rabbit would be thumbing its nose at me.)
Bugs: Oh, well. We almost had a romantic ending.
I don’t like rabbits! But there’s one thing that I admire about them— their tenacity.
The prophet Isaiah wrote:
My soul yearns for you in the night,
in the morning my spirit longs for you.
–Isaiah 26:9 NIV
Rabbits are like that. Their souls yearn for what they know is good for them and they stop at nothing to get it,
the way that we should be in our desire for God.
So, this spring when I plant my garden, I will remember that rabbits remind me to seek the Lord with all of my heart, soul, and strength, and then maybe . . . just maybe . . . I won’t be so upset when they eat my beautiful clematis vine—
The one with flowers the color of Patrick Dempsey’s eyes.
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