Thinking of Florence

I gave this little concrete rabbit to my Aunt Florence many years ago. She loved rabbits, even more so when she wasn't sober which was quite often. It's a hose guide and I had had it in my yard but I knew she'd like it so I gave it to her and put it near her front door and she LOVED it. She was hard to please, not because she was particular but because she wasn't. She didn't need or want much so I was happy to see how much she loved it over the years. When she died I took it back and now it rests on my tiny table,with the huge steel rebar sticking out of its belly is down the hole where the umbrella would go. The rebar, which is not removable is there so it could be plunged deeply into the ground and the hose couldn't move it when you were watering. It prevented your flowers from being crushed. I think of Florence whenever I see it.