It’s my favorite time of year again! It’s warm, the sun is out, we have 4 months worth of warm temps in front of us and most of all…..MY LILACS HAVE COME IN!!!!
I only have about 2 weeks of being surrounded in my purpley loveliness and each year I make sure to enjoy it to the fullest.
These sweet-smelling flowers are beneficial in many ways:
1.) The backyard smells awesome.
2.) The lilac bushes are full and leafy so I don’t have to see my sweaty, shirtless neighbors.
3.) I pick the flowers and bring them inside to use as a natural deodorizer. Mack crop dusts the house about every 10 minutes on the 8’s, Peterbilt manages to forever smell like a wet Sasquatch and my husband punctuates his sentences with farts:
“I’m hungry” (toot.)
“What’s for dinner” (rip?)
“Peterbilt jumped the fence and is running amok in the neighborhood again” (POOT!)
Although to be honest, Peterbilt escapes so often, it’s more commonly punctuates with a “toot.” than a exclamatory “POOT!”.
Just let the dog run. He’ll be back and if not, well, then that’s cool, too.
4.) I can sit underneath the bushes and pretend I’m in a magical forest. I’m the queen of Pinot Grigio-land.
So yesterday, I was out snipping more lilacs to put in a vase. I noticed what looked to be like two, upside down bird’s nests made of grass on the ground, with a large tuft of gray fur, balled in on top of it.
“What kind of bird would make a nest out of fur?”, I wondered.
I used my scissors to lift the nest and peek inside,expecting to see eggs. Instead, I saw something small and furry, move inside.
Bunnies. Two bunnies. In a small hole in the ground by the root of one of the pine trees in our backyard. Just out in the open! What type of unfit mother leaves babies vunerable to such beasts as an always-hungry, possibly diabetic, 13-year old bulldog and a 5-year old, spawn of Satan bulldog? Doesn’t she know? Doesn’t she read my blog?
Oh the poor things! How are they going to survive? How will I protect them? They were about the size of golf balls.
All sorts of scenes are starting to play through my head:
-Mack gulping the bunnies down and devouring their nest. Seriously. The dog would eat the nest.
-Peterbilt ruthlessly murdering the babies for the pure sport of it, his blood-stained face peering through the back door asking to come inside to vomit them up on a bathroom rug.
-Hubs mowing over them, a brief, red spray of blood, mama bunny looking off in the distance with tear in her eye
I didn’t want to disturb them too much, so I did not take a picture.
I brought Hubs out to the backyard to prove to him these were rabbits and that I was not crazy.
“Well”, he said. “We can take care of that.”
“NO!!!”, I yelled. “Please don’t kill or move them! Help me think of another way that we can keep the dogs away and keep them safe!”
Google it, he says. Find out how long bunnies are helpless for.
So I did:
So Mama Rabbit isn’t a deadbeat mom after all! And now I can move them so Mack won’t turn them into appetizers!
Here’s hoping Mama Rabbit doesn’t come tearin’ ass out of the bushes at me and gnaw my nose off. Because then I wouldn’t be able to enjoy those lilacs.