Several years ago, I read that on the first day of the month you are supposed to say “rabbit, rabbit” first thing in the morning.
Why? Because it is supposed to bring you good luck, good fortune, good times for the month.
Since when? I looked it up and since about 1906. That’s the first mention of this magic idea in print. Before then, I guess people just had to take their chances at the beginning of each month.
So I said “rabbit, rabbit” first thing this morning. I’m now looking forward to the month of September to see what good things it brings to me and my garden.
Note: There are variations on this strange little good luck custom. Some people say you have to say “rabbit” three times. Others add a “white rabbit” as the third rabbit. You do it however you’d like.
One variation that I assume is not included is when you say “those darn rabbits” after seeing a hosta that looks like this one.
Yes, those darn rabbits had a lovely early breakfast a few mornings ago, or perhaps a midnight snack?
What’s odd about this to me is that this is one lone hosta that I relocated here earlier in the summer. It’s in the front garden. How did they find it, all by itself like that?
In the back garden—see how fancy I am… I wrote “garden” instead of “yard”—there are many more hostas and that’s where I usually see rabbits.
In fact, a little bunny scurried off near the vegetable garden cathedral (more fanciness) just the other day when I approached. And none of the hostas in the back garden are missing their leaves like this one is.
There’s a feral cat hanging around here and I often see him in the back garden. I wonder. Do you think the rabbits are afraid to come out and eat in the back garden now? Maybe they can only eat in peace in the front garden?
Honestly the stuff that goes on in this garden that I don’t see and therefore have to wonder about. I am tempted to buy a trail cam… and I just might.