This time of year is Hare time. And those living close to nature can see that, for this is the time of year when you have a better chance of seeing these wonderful, mysteries and aloof creatures. The Easter bunnies (while very cute or because of) is more of an American thing and defiantly a commercial ply along with the chocolate Easter eggs.
Haremoon cottage is so named because there is an abundance of hares in this neck of the woods and we moved in to this house on a Good Friday 25 years ago this year, when there was a full moon as there is again tonight.
Here is a poem about a hare for the season by Walter de la Mare:
In the black furrow of a field
I saw an old witch-hare this night;
And she cocked a lissome ear,
And she eyes the moon so bright,
And she nibbled o’the green;
And I whispered “whsst! Witch-hare,”
Away like a ghostie o’er the field
She fled, and left the moonlight there.
Happy Easter – have a great Hare Time