Monday, May 30, 2016

Interstates and bluegrass and coming home again.

I have returned.

I have returned from a week of the relentless pace of travel, the tiring luxury of tourism, hours and hours of backseat-riding and sightseeing. Back from being in a place where people from all over the place (but mostly Oklahoma and Arkansas) gather to have a good time. Back from the unavoidable loneliness of plain and simple homesickness. ;-P Back from seven days of seeing new places, trying new things, and living chapters of life that were heretofore unopened, but are now sweet memories I can tell stories about, think of and smile, and look back on forever.

So hello again, dear readers! Did you miss me?

     I missed y'all. I missed home a lot, actually. The lilacs and the sound of the neighbor's tractor, my cat waking me up in the morning, hanging out clothes on the line, playing with the bunnies, making popcorn in the evenings. And watching Poldark. (My horrible family went ahead and finished the series WITHOUT ME and now I'm feeling the burn of vengeance in my soul. Look out.) I don't know -- every time I go somewhere I'm reminded of just how attached I am to my family and my home. When everything's foreign, it affects my mood and makes me feel so distant from everything that's familiar and dear to me. And the longer I'm away from my family, the more "on my own" I start to feel, and the more loneliness creeps into my heart -- even when I'm with other people I love, like my aunt and uncle (who really are awesome). There comes a point when you can't rely totally on your family, and you've got to rely on the strength and good sense you're given and the God who gave it to you. When I think about myself years ago, I know I'm stronger....but then, when I think about myself leaving home and going to college, it makes me want to cry. At the same time....I want it so much. I guess it just goes to show how far I've got still to go. 

But I really did have an AMAZING time and I'm grateful for it. :-)

     I didn't even tell you where I went, did I? Well now! I went to Branson, Missouri, which has got to hold some kind of record for the amount of hotels, resorts, theaters, and museums you can fit in one city. And yes, every time I say the name, still, I can't help picturing my riotous Irish chauffeur in the car garage with his coat off and his shirtsleeves rolled up.

So here's what I did last week.

  •      I saw miles and miles and miles of interstate from Pennsylvania through Ohio, Indiana, Illinois, and finally Missouri, and I realized, after watching all those big farms roll past my window, I am totally and completely a farmer. Farms make me so happy. I think I have dirt in my blood. (Ew, sorry, that sounds kinda gross. But you get the picture.)
  • I saw license plates from pretty much every state in the Union except for Alaska, Hawaii (which is not at all surprising) and Wyoming. It is my belief that this is because Wyoming people live on ranches and they don't take vacations.
  • I saw Dolly Parton's Dixie Stampede, and wooooowwwwwwza. I have literally never seen anything like it in my life and may never again.

the arena at the Dixie Stampede
  • I went on a showboat -- the Branson Belle -- and same, it was like nothing I'd ever seen before. I loved it. Especially the part where the performers came out and sang snippets of famous movie songs. I cheered loudly when one fellow came out dressed up as a cowboy and started singing, "Ooooooooklahaoma!" and my cousin and I basically exploded when two sailors came out singing "There is nothing like a dame!" for, um, very private and complicated reasons. Ahem.
  • I saw Sight & Sound's production of Moses and OH MY STARS AND STRIPES. Absolutely incredible. Has anyone seen Sight & Sound before? You know what I'm talking about? I didn't even know that stuff was possible. Like, how. 

The theater at Sight & Sound (sir, put your phone away. Sheesh.)
  • Mary and I went swimming late at night in the outdoor pool at the place we stayed, and were overjoyed to realize they had their radio programmed on the country station and even more overjoyed when we heard some of our favorite songs. It felt like home. :-) John Pardi's Head Over Boots For You somehow became our theme song for the trip. Don't know how that happened.
  • We went to Silver Dollar City for two days and experienced all of that. It's basically a huge theme park with lots of little shops, museums, demonstrations, cafes, theaters, roller get the idea. They were having their annual Bluegrass and Barbecue festival, so we got to see some musicians, including The Willis Clan! I'd never heard of them before, but I'm now their newest fan. We went to one of their shows in the morning and then I went back to see them again that afternoon. The way the kids bantered with each other reminded me of my sister and I, and their music was like a salve to my weary soul. I kind of love them. (Oh yeah, and West Coast Swing dancing is officially my new favorite thing. Just WATCH THIS and you'll understand.)
  •  I may mention that I sort of developed a rather inconvenient crush on Jackson Willis, which on the other hand maybe I shouldn't admit to....
  • I told you there were roller coasters? Yes. Well. You should know I have not ridden on any type of roller coaster in at least six years. I have a history of being traumatically terrified of them and for the past six years I shied away at every opportunity. Well....this particular day, I was feeling daring. It took some coaxing, and some moaning and groaning and long deliberation on my part, but long story short, I rode a roller coaster. And when that went well and I realized to my surprise and utter delight that I wasn't afraid anymore, I rode another....and another...and I absolutely loved it. It was one of those exciting moments when you realize, Hey. I can do this.
  • I went down in a mine. As in, a creepy, dark cave under the earth. Yes, it was scary. But it wasn't hardly as bad as the one dude made it seem, and hey, I made it out!

  • I went up in the Gateway Arch in St. Louis!!!! Now, that was a little scary too. We had to cram into a little compartment about the size of an EOS lipbalm, and then we were transported to the very top of the thing. Looking out onto the city, and the river, and everything for 20 was amazing. 

     There were lots of wonderful little the friendly waitresses we saw at restaurants along the way, the familiar country songs we could barely hear on the radio over the talking patrons, the long walks down 45-speed-limit roads outside hotels in Indiana, the awesome strangers who suddenly became friends, calling home and talking with Mama and Sadie again, sleeping outside on the screened-in porch. I couldn't possibly tell you everything. But these are some of the things, the ones I'll remember.

     So, now that I'm back I have resolved to learn the guitar and how to swing dance. ;-) I'm also really excited to dive back into my novel that I'd almost finished plotting out before I left. I MUST WRITE. Going for a whole week without writing is like a monkey having to go without bananas. It's like...a horse having no grass to eat. It's like not eating popcorn. Torturous, people. I didn't take my laptop with me and in some ways it was really nice to have a break from everything, but I'm sooooo glad to feel the keyboard under my fingers again. :-) And now there'll be work to do on the farm, getting ready to open our stand, which will mean lots of new adventures and fun around here.

     I'm really glad to be home to live it all. :-)

     What have y'all been up to? (And yes, I may have picked up something of a southern accent from being around so many people from the south.)
     Anything fun to share? Do you have plans for the summer?

     And pssssssst.......only FIVE MORE DAYS TILL NAOMI COMES!!!!


Saturday, May 21, 2016

"On the road again..." // a concert, a friend, and a trip

     So this will basically be a scatterbrained post full of giddiness and exclamation marks. Because there are THREE very exciting things about to happen, and of COURSE I have to tell you all about them because that just wouldn't be fair of me otherwise, no?

    One of them is in two days, one of them in two weeks, and one of them in three months. We'll start with the one in three months.

     So, a few weeks ago my mum was looking up information about the county fairs in our area to see if any country singers we liked would be coming. You know, just for kicks and giggles. And guess who we found out is coming to one of them, just two hours from my home.

     I'll give you a hint. His first name starts with an H and his last name starts with an H. He plays thirty different instruments and he's probably not a whole lot older than you and I and he's pretty much the most adorable person on the planet.


Thank you to the Hayniacs.:

      Excuse me while I jump and scream and go crazy for a moment.

      I say "might" because it's not a completely sure deal yet -- that is, I don't have tickets, but I'm going to get them this weekend. There is NO WAY Hunter Hayes comes within two hours' driving distance of me and I don't go see him. ;-) THIS IS CRAZY, PEOPLE! I'm going to a Hunter Hayes concert! I can't believe things like this actually happen in my life. I got to see Sara Evans last winter, and then JJ Heller in April, and now this?!? And right when I'm on my way to becoming a full-fledged Hunter Hayes fan too. It's just perfect. I'm so grateful and so happy and so excited.

    (Oh yeah, and I'm allllllllso probably going to see Lee Brice and Dustin Lynch too. *FREAKS OUT* But we won't talk about all that right now because I know you all can only handle so much. Wise, aren't I.)

The second thing is...


There are only two weeks left until I meet my best friend in the whole entire world in person, face-to-face, for the first time ever.


(If you're not sure what I'm talking about, read this post.)

To say I'm looking forward to it would be a gross understatement. To say I'm excited is a little say I'm so psyched up I'm about to internally combust at any moment is a more fitting description. There are times when I can't even believe it's going to happen. Naomi and I have known each other for three years now; three years it's been blogs, emails, letters, Christmas and birthday packages, texts, everything. It's been Naomi & Emma, Best Friends. 

And finally, in two weeks we'll be together.


Yes, this is the best selfie I could manage with my dinky little camera. I do my best.

And lastly...Emma's going on a trip! Over four states, across the Mississippi river, for six days, with my aunt and uncle and cousin, and I leave in two days. I'm bursting with excitement. ;-) I didn't used to like traveling that much, but in the past few years I've been more eager to leave my little valley and go adventuring. Right now I'm very much in need of a journey to spark my inspiration, so this couldn't be happening at a better time. I plan to take lots of pictures, see lots of interesting things, be very adventurous, and have the time of my life. :-) 

Oh yeah, and I might actually get to go to Jesse James' house and stick my finger in the bullet hole in the wall where Bob Ford shot him. Something to cross off my bucket list. :-)

So, I shall see you all when I return! Have a lovely week, dear readers!

*goes off humming 'On the Road Again'*

Monday, May 16, 2016

That feeling again.


      Maybe you've experienced it too. That feeling when you read a book that reaches into you so far, so deep, and on such a special, rare, emotional level that you can do nothing but live in the story all the time you're reading it, and then when you close the last page you don't know whether to start bawling or jump up and dance around or lift your face to heaven and thank God that such a book exists.

    I am not even exaggerating, folks. This is serious stuff we're talking about!

     I just read a book. (And no, I did not just sing that to the tune of Sam Hunt's "I Met a Girl". What are you talking about.) It was a beautiful, horrible, dreadful, amazingly wonderful book. Maybe the best book I've read so far this year. Possibly the best book I've read since Hidden PlacesPossibly....the best book I've read, period. Possibly.

     This is the book I read:

*****Mattie Gokey has a word for everything. She collects words, stores them up as a way of fending off the hard truths of her life, the truths that she can't write down in stories. The fresh pain of her mother's death. The burden of raising her sisters while her father struggles over his brokeback farm. The mad welter of feelings Mattie has for handsome but dull Royal Loomis, who says he wants to marry her. And the secret dreams that keep her going--visions of finishing high school, going to college in New York City, becoming a writer.
     Yet when the drowned body of a young woman turns up at the hotel where Mattie works, all her words are useless. But in the dead woman's letters, Mattie again finds her voice, and a determination to live her own life.
     Set in 1906 against the backdrop of the murder that inspired Theodore Dreiser's An American Tragedy, this coming-of-age novel effortlessly weaves romance, history, and a murder mystery into something moving, and real, and wholly original.*****

     And....IT HAS RUINED ME. (In the very best possible way, of course.)

      It's knocked me over like a ton of bricks and kept me in its grasp and won't let go. The words. Ohhhhhhh, the words. The people, the hurts, the happy moments, the horrible, sad moments...the way the good, bad, and ugly is all mixed together in a beautiful conglomeration of what life is, how it feels, and how we live it.

     It's set in upstate New York in 1906, which to start off with is the perfect backdrop if you ask me. It's about the people of a tiny little community called Eagle Bay. Farming people, poor people, unusual people. It's about one girl coming of age and trying to figure out which path in life to take, how to do what she was born to and still remain loyal to her family, how to grow up in a world that was hard and still is. I identify with Mattie so much it physically hurts. Even though our circumstances are different, even though we live a century apart, there are feelings in her that are the exact same feelings I have. There are so many things she says that I would read over and over again, and just think, "Wow, is that ever true."  (Not to mention, there's this murder mystery threaded throughout the entire thing, which itself is just too cool. I'm sorry if that sounded really morbid.)

     At first I didn't know if I'd get into it. I didn't know if I'd like Mattie -- she seemed humorless and gloomy. That lasted for about ten seconds. Mattie isn't the most cheerful of narrators, true, but she's so completely real. She doesn't sugarcoat things. She's coarse; the people she lives with are coarse. Her life is hard.

   Here's what I wrote in my journal Friday afternoon when I was halfway through it.

     Afternoon --

     This is what it feels like. Now I remember.

     This is what it feels like to read a book and lose yourself so utterly in its pages that you can't make yourself think about anything else. This is what it feels like to want to travel back in time to 1906 so fiercely, and to feel so close to it that you can even taste it and hear it and smell it and feel it. This is how it feels to find yourself in the voice of a heroine who started out as merely a creation of someone's imagination, but became a real honest-to-goodness person the minute you opened the book and heard her talk.

    I am completely entranced. When was the last time a book got me like this? I'm living in this book. I'm jealous because I wish I'd written it. I almost feel like I have -- in a way -- except my heroine's name is Addie instead of Mattie.

     Like I said, this book is not all roses. There's some yucky stuff. For starters, the amount of coarse language that comes out of these characters' mouths, coupled with the many adult themes that run throughout, are not what I would deem appropriate for young adult fiction. I wouldn't give this book to a twelve-year-old. I probably wouldn't give this book to anyone under sixteen. It's really tough. It's dirty and foul and at times not very easy to read. (I'll bet it was an absolute bear to write. Sheesh.) The only thing -- the only thing -- that I might change about it, is the fact that it's sort of hopeless. I mean, there are sunny moments; Mattie and Royal in the boat, Weaver and Mattie word-dueling, Mattie and her sisters (sometimes)....but the whole thing is nevertheless mostly bleak. Usually I don't like bleak. In this case, however, I dig bleak. Because somehow everything about the way it was written made it that much more powerful. (Am I making any sense at all?)

      I don't condone everything in it. But does that mean I don't think it should be read? That I wouldn't have written it myself?

     Actually, no.

     Actually, I really wish I had written this book.

    Because despite everything, or maybe because of it, this is a masterpiece. It's because of all the hard things that make it what it is, and what it is is beautiful. Because actually, it feels like something I would write. It feels like something I would be proud of creating. There are aspects that do remind me some of my own novel: it's about a girl who longs to leave her home and see other places and do other things, but at the same time feels tied by loyalty to her home and her family. A Northern Light made me feel terrible about my book, because it's so brilliant and the emotions run so deep, and how could anything I write ever come close to being that good? Am I capable of such storytelling?

    Well, even though it discouraged me, A Northern Light also inspired me to try. Harder.

    I need to know if I am, in fact, capable of such storytelling. I need to know if the emotions I feel and the vision I have for this novel of mine, this novel that's been simmering in my mind and sprawling over hundreds and hundreds of notebook pages over two years, can ever be what I see it as in my heart. I need to know if I can.

    This is what I wrote in my journal after I'd finished it:

     I just finished the book. (My life is over.)

    I have made three judgements. One is that Jennifer Donnelly is an incredibly gifted writer, and if I can ever write a novel as brilliant and gut-wrenching as this one of hers, my life's dream will be fulfilled.
    Two is that Royal Loomis would NOT make a good husband, at least not for Mattie. I think I was blinded by the soda bread and the shirtsleeves. {insert spoiler, spoiler, spoiler} ;-P

     Three is that Mattie Gokey is indeed a light. She flickers now and again, but she won't go out. She's steady and reliable as an oak tree. She is unselfish and kind, but she won't let herself disappear in others' troubles. {insert spoiler}

    There is a fourth judgement, and it is this -- I absolutely love this book.

Coming home      And I do. For all the pain it caused me, for the wacky funk its left me in for the past two days, (heh, HEH), for all the fiddleheads and the cow manure and the long words and the heartbreaks, I love it unashamedly. And I'm going to try and write my book, and make it as good as A Northern Light. Except I'll do one thing differently. I'll give my heroine Addie something that Mattie didn't have, something that I hope she finds soon, because she needs it: and that's God's love. That's the one thing Mattie Gokey doesn't know. If I had written A Northern Light, I might have given it to her. (I might not; I don't know. I didn't write it.) But I am the one writing Curtains of Lace, and I'm sure as shooting going to give it to Addie. And it's going to hurt and it's going to sting and it's going to be every bit as wonderful as this book. It's going to be amazing. :-)

Wednesday, May 11, 2016

Her One and Only // Review


 //by Becky Wade//

     Gray Fowler, star NFL tight end, is being pursued by a stalker, so his team hires a protection agency to keep Gray under the watch of a bodyguard at all times. When Gray meets Dru Porter, an agent assigned to him, he's indignant. How can an attractive young female half his size possibly protect him? 
     But Dru's a former Marine, an expert markswoman, and a black belt. She's also ferociously determined to uncover the identity of Gray's stalker. And she's just as determined to avoid any kind of romantic attachment between herself and the rugged football player with the mysterious past. But the closer they get to finding the stalker, the closer they grow to each other. As the danger rises, can Dru and Gray entrust their hearts--and their lives--to one another?

     This is my third Becky Wade book, and by this point I have established three things. 1) the woman deserves better book covers. All her book covers are hopelessly girly and spirally and sappy-looking and give a false impression of how good the book actually is. Plus, I think they could get more attractive cover models. These people look like you could find them in any business office anywhere. 2) couldn't you maybe come up with a little bit less-cliche title, Mrs. Wade? I mean, Her One and Only???? Sounds like a dime novel. Not exactly the thing I'd be tripping over myself to get my hands on.

    The third thing, though? Becky Wade is actually a really good writer.

    I've made almost a complete turn-around; last spring I reviewed the third book in this series and pretty much wrote it off as fluff. Then I went back and read the second book and surprised myself by loving it. So with so much of myself now invested in this Porter family, there was no way I wasn't going to request this book for review when I got the chance. ;-P

    I've developed an appreciation for Becky Wade's writing, and I genuinely like her. I'm not going to deny, this is pure romance. Is it sappy? Goodness, yes. Is it cliche? Eh...a little bit. Total contemporary rom-com? Uh-huh. But it's enjoyable. A year ago I disliked all books in this category. Now, I can take them once in a while, and I'll even let myself enjoy them. I liked this book. It was fun. :-)

    Of course, I'm the farthest thing from a football fan there is, so all the stuff concerning Gray's NFL career was boring as heck. Actually the main thing that bothered me about the book is how stinking rich Gray is. Can you really get that rich just by playing football? And he seemed kind of lazy to me, sitting around in his great big mansion and driving his expensive cars and not really doing anything. Seriously, dude, get outside and work. Build some fence! Clear some land! Get your hands dirty! The rich football-star persona is completely unattractive to me, so I'll admit I'm not a huge Gray Fowler fan. He's too mainstream. I'd rather have a Porter brother.

    Another thing I often encounter in modern fiction...the setting is just so "modern" and so different, at times, from my actual real life that it seems kind of fantastical. I know I'm an old-fashioned person, but I'm reminded just how behind the times I am when I pick up a contemporary novel. But that doesn't really matter, when it comes down to it; I've come to love the Porter family, and I care about what happens to them. Becky Wade knows how to write about a close-knit family, and that's my favorite thing about this series -- the camaraderie between the brothers, the family gatherings, the way they rely on each other and care about each other.

     I really did like it...but methinks that'll be the last romance I'll read for a long time. I need to give my system time to clean out. ;-P

    I received this book for free from the publisher in exchange for my honest review.

Monday, May 9, 2016

// liebster award //

     I've been tagged by Miss March with the liebster award! It's been a coon's age since I did a tag, and her questions looked fun, so just for kicks and giggles here goes.

1. What is your personality type?

Um...I don't know? The weird one? I did take a personality quiz a while back, but I can't remember what the result was and I don't think I found it very accurate anyway. (They said I had some kind of architect-brain. I was like, I don't think sooooo.) I know for certain I'm an introvert, and I know I have an overactive imagination, and I know I'm terrible at problem-solving. I'm also very changeable. Basically this quote sums up my personality:

"There's such a lot of different Annes in me. I sometimes think that is why I'm such a troublesome person. If I was just the one Anne it would be ever so much more comfortable, but then it wouldn't be half so interesting." 

~Anne Shirley

2. What is one of your newest favorite movies? (As in one that you recently found, not necessarily a newly made film.)

Oh yessss, we love talking about movies. Yes yes yes. Hmmmm...*tries desperately not to think about The Hatfields and McCoys*...uhhhhh....

     The Hatfields and McCoys.

 OKAY I CAN'T HELP IT. Friends, I cannot wholeheartedly recommend this show. I actually can't recommend it at all, unless you reeeeeally like this kind of thing and you (like me) have a sick fascination with movies in which the character spend most of their lives trying to kill each other. It's really sort of awful. But it's SO GOOD. There are so many fascinating characters, and moments, and's amazing. I love it. So there.

Oh sure, why not, just go ahead and tear my heart to pieces...

3. Have you ever been prejudiced against a certain movie before watching it, but then after seeing it decided it wasn't so bad?  What movie was it?

Haha. Hahahahahaha. I've done this SO MANY TIMES. The most notable instance that I remember would be National Treasure. I watched it with my cousins and for some reason swore that I would hate it. Then I started to like it...but of course at that point I couldn't say so! My pride! 

4. If you could meet any author in person, who would it be?

Well, my favorite authors are Richard Peck and Lynn Austin, but if I met either of them in person it's very likely I would be tongue-tied and probably faint from sheer reverence. It might be more fun to meet Melissa Tagg, who is pretty much one of the coolest people I know of. I haven't read any of her books, but I've scoured her blog archives and she's one of my favorite writers. I sort of want to be like her.

5. How many siblings do you have, and where do you fall in the lineup?  (Sorry if that's a rather nosey question.  You may answer it or not as you so choose.)

I have two siblings -- I am the middle button of three sisters. We are all nuts.

That's one of them right there on the right. I don't know who the weirdo on the left could be.

6. If you could be related to any fictional character (from a movie or a book), who would it be and what relation would they be to you?

Well, doesn't this take the prize for the cleverest question! I think I'd like Chris O'Donnel Jack Kittredge from the American Girl Kit stories as my dad. Not that I don't like my own dad, I'm just saying I would mind if this guy was my dad. That's all I'm saying. And....I'm going to shut up now.

7.  What is your favorite household chore, and what is your worst?

Hanging out laundry on the line! I do this for FUN, people. I will actually go downstairs to see if there is any laundry to hang out and do it without provocation because I love it so much. My least favorite is probably washing dishes. I seem to be very bad at it. How can one be bad at washing dishes, you ask? I don't know, but somehow I manage it.

8.  Anne and Diana (from Anne of Green Gables) are a classic example of best friends.  Do you have a best friend, and if so which one of you is more like Anne and which is more like Diana?

I do have a best friend, and I love to talk about her. ;-) Her name is Naomi and I'm guessing you probably know her, because we have basically the same fan base. We've been really really close friends for more than three years and she is one of the most ridiculously wonderful people I know. I'm actually going to MEET HER for the first time in less than a month. HOLD ME PLEASE.

Naomi and I have given each other countless nicknames (hers for me are better than mine for her, for the record) and Anne and Diana are actually some of them! I'm Anne and she's Diana, but in reality we're both more like Anne, because we both write and we both have wild imaginations.

9. What was one of the first chapter books you ever read?  (You know, the one that made you feel so proud because you were reading a "big kids' book"!)

The one I remember distinctly is 'Magic Elizabeth'. It was an old faded paperback on my mama's shelf that I read when I was probably about seven or eight. I can't even remember who it's by now, or what exactly it was about (there was something about a doll and an old diary...) but I remember I LOVED it.

10. What is one of the yummiest, most delicious desserts you can think of at the present moment?

My sister Sadie's homemade peppermint ice cream. :-)

11.  If you could be a character in one of your favorite movies, which movie would it be and which character would you choose?

Nobody in The Hatfields and McCoys, that's for darn sure. I'm not keen on the idea of people trying to kill me.

I don't know. I'd like to invent a character for myself and put it into one of my favorite movies. I'd like to be Ni's girl in Copperhead. But if I were to put myself in a role that already exists, I guess I'd like to be Anne Shirley. Anne has such a splendid outlook on life; everything is beautiful to her. She has dreams and goals and people who love her and is just generally happy about living. 

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ see the new header. Let's talk about how changeable Emma is and her psychic bent towards making new headers every two weeks, shall we? I promise, guys, this is the last one for awhile. I really wanted to do something with pictures that I'd taken myself, and I was just feeling...bored about the way The Blog looked. (I also needed a creative outlet, *hem*) Anyways, this is what we've got. It's the last one, I promise. :-)

Friday, May 6, 2016

// little bunny in a big world //

     (I have bunnies. I am a bunny person. We tend to be an intrinsically weird bunch.)

     Yesterday evening upon arriving home from ballet class my mum informed me that the peas we'd planted a few weeks ago were up! *squeals* So I put my boots on, grabbed one of my bunnies, and went down to the bottom of the field to see for myself. And...I sort of ended up having a photo shoot with the bunny. ;-)

     This is Cotton, my second-generation white lionhead bunny. Named after Cotton Calloway of Elmer Kelton's The Good Old Boys (and now sometimes referred to as 'Cotton-Top' ever since The Hatfields and McCoys happened, *cough cough*). He was born last summer in July and is currently the only boy out of the six bunnies I have right now. Because of this he has to have his own cage (for obvious reasons), and because of this he gets special attention, and because of this he's kind of my favorite. But don't tell the others.

     Cotton has never seen a Spring before, so I like to take him on walks and show him all the bloomin' things. :-)

See the little baby pea plants?!?! (I'M SO EXCITED.)

As you can see, Cotton is rather reluctant to look at the camera. This is one of the only pictures I got of his face. 

(Cotton, that's inappropriate.)

There's that little face! Hello, darling!

I love my little Cotton. :-) Our friend is at present trying to break out of his cage by chewing on the bars. He's a rather restless chap. I think he can't wait to get back outside and hop around in the grass.

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