Rabbit Food

A little cotton-tail bunny has lived in my flowerbeds this summer.  I think he decided to stay there when I filled a bushel basket with apples to decorate the front porch.  I noticed those apples were being munched on, then discovered little Peter was the one enjoying the feast.

Just now I realized I haven’t seen him around in about a week, “Better put out some more rabbit food”, thought I.

Ahhh… rabbit food.  To me and nine or ten others, this term has really special meaning, and takes us back to family birthday parties with cake and ice cream, and canned peaches in little stemware dessert cups.  It means a particular birthday gift or good-grades-on-a-report-card gift.

We were all given little fuzzy bunny banks, and our Nana came up with the fun little name for a money gift… “rabbit food.”  My little bunny has been on top of a closet shelf, and I haven’t really noticed him in awhile.  Loved having that memory come rushing back, all because Peter Cotton Tail came to eat apples off of my front porch.

 


7 Responses to “Rabbit Food”

  1. Kim says:

    Still have mine!!

  2. Mary Anne says:

    This makes me remember how Grannie Borden gave the grandkids one Christmas a pair of socks with $2.00 worth of dimes in it. I kept those dimes for the longest time in my bank. Another Christmas she gave us silver dollars. I still have mine.

  3. Sandy says:

    I sure do love sweet memories! By the way… I’m the one in the photo on the left, and that’s my beautiful sister Kim on the right.

  4. Cheryl says:

    How amazing it is….how our memory works. Thanks for sharing. If I ever have grandchildren I think I’ll steal this idea. Hopefully I can find a fuzzy bunny bank!!:)

  5. samantha says:

    this was an awesome post. Made me think of my grandma.

  6. Sandy says:

    I guess you could find any kind of cute little animal bank… then give “cat food”, “puppy food”… and for the traditionalists… there’s always “pig food”.

  7. Russell says:

    Sandy, I love reading you stories!

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