I’m glad that rabbits are such a big part of Easter because it gives me an excuse to dedicate a post to them.
I’ve always been fond of rabbits. I used to draw them all the time as a child, and they’re still one of my favourite doodles.
Earlier this year I received a beautiful birthday card from my dear parents:
I also got a calendar for Christmas which is full of rabbits. These two little gems appeared in March and fairly brightened up my month:
Along with my drawings of rabbits as a child, I used to write stories about them. According to the date on the back of this piece of paper (my parents are very good at putting dates on things), it was done in spring 1977, when I was 5. The translation is: “I saw a rabbit in the forest, it was jumping, it was furry, it was very nice”:
He’s now retired, but in his working life my dad was an astronomer and worked at the Royal Observatory in Edinburgh. He used to bring box-loads of what we called ‘computer paper’ home with him from the office for us to draw on. It came in perforated sheets with holes along the top and green stripes on the back.
In June 1977 I made use of some of this paper to write the following story, and draw a one-eyed rabbit filled with flowers to illustrate it. The translation would appear to be: “I saw a rabbit in my garden. I like the rabbit, it was furry, it was running all over the place. I want it as a pet, mummy said that I could have it. I had it for a pet.”:
On the other side of the paper I drew a jolly little dancing rabbit:
Yesterday there were three small Lindt bunnies playing round this wooden drawered ornament:
This morning they were outside having a serious discussion in the grass:
Very fittingly for Easter, my April calendar page depicts this delightful little rabbit with two eggs that are not that much smaller than the bunny itself: