I could not resist snapping this photo. It is such a rarity to see Frodo relaxing because of those rotten bunnies that taunt him on the outside of the fence. The neighborhood rabbits are growing up. It is my belief that their fat little bodies are unable to fit under or through our fence. Frodo is not catching a whiff of their scent and can relax while patrolling his domain. Fingers are crossed that the worst seems to be over since he is laying on his stoop.
Do you call it a stoop? I grew up in the big city in a row house and everyone would sit on the stoop at any part of the day to watch the neighborhood. There were quite a few that sat on the stoop unless they worked. If you were walking to the corner store (remember those?) you would stop and say "hey" to the stoop sitters-I just coined that phrase. On summer evenings people would escaped their hot stuffy homes to try to catch a tiny breeze outside. During a neighborhood walk as a child, I would get the brilliant idea of wanting ice pops, or a cold soda, or running the garden hose to cool off.
Currently I do not sit on my front stoop which is really a small porch. There is no one to stop and visit while walking because I live on four acres. But watching Frodo reminds me of my childhood days.
And truly, I could not give up my air conditioning.
Have a lovely weekend!!