swoon

I’m almost done with this new story, “The Last Bunny in Brooklyn.” The idea came to me a few years ago when I first noticed the absence of bunnies in the botanic garden. Yesterday I decided to do some research and found two helpful women gardeners who answered some of my questions. Turns out rabbits aren’t the main problem in the vegetable garden—that would be rats and raccoons! I never imagined scavengers feasting on fruits and vegetables but I guess it makes sense. Who wouldn’t prefer fresh food to the moldy stuff you find in the trash? And the gardener in the rose garden said she uses cages for young bushes since they’re most vulnerable to rabbits—which are plentiful if you’re around at dawn or dusk when they come out to eat. This story is meant to be an allegory; I’m not sure it works but it felt good to be writing steadily yesterday. No Facebook, a few hours of news consumption, lots of music, a bit of time in nature, and an amazing discovery at the Brooklyn Museum. If you haven’t yet gone to see Swoon’s exhibit, Submerged Motherlands, you need to go NOW. It closes on August 24th and I suspect I’ll be going back again next week. If only Swoon had made Beasts of the Southern Wild…