The wind is blowing and I love it! Last night I pillaged the nursery for the colours of Ranunculus that the mixed package I planted last fall didn’t have. We need to get more bulbs next fall if we stay there. Right now we have dutch iris, daffodills and jonquils, ranunculus, freesias, abutilons of many colours, cyclamen, roses, pineapple sage and coral bells blooming. The watsonia is getting buds. And the squirrels are finishing off the tangerines. And Cam is done with being radiated!
Here is another BunniHoTep tale
Why the Nile rises a BunniHoTep tale
Once upon a time when Horus was small and Isis was at her wit’s end, BunniHoTep came to the rescue.
One night when a rare storm was battering the great temples Horus was crying.
Horus was cutting his first tooth. Isis was very, very tired and frustrated. Hathor had come by and was walking the floor with the tiny god who was ailing so loud he had brought the storm to the Nile.
Bastet had come by with her latest litter of kittens and not even their playing would distract the tiny godling. He cried and cried and the Nile rose higher and higher.
BunniHoTep was napping in her cozy den while the Nile crept higher. She awoke because she could her the sound of the water lapping at her front door. So she hopped out the back door to see what was causing all the fuss.
She heard the terribly inconsolable baby and decided to help the tiny god.
Horus was wailing in his small cradle and Isis and Hathor were taking turns rocking him.
BunniHoTep hopped up and asked if she could help the tiny god. Isis replied that she could try. They’d tried everything else; why not let the small rabbit goddess have a chance at it.
BunniHoTep hopped into the cradle and wrapped herself around Horus’s neck and hummed. The heat from her little body soothed the baby and one of her ears became a teething toy. And Horus stopped crying and fell asleep with BunniHoTep wrapped around his neck.
And that is why the Nile rises and why the Nile falls every year and why there is a velveteen rabbit for every child somewhere that is real.