Nibbling

This morning I looked out the breakfast room window and there was the rabbit, looking around the part of the paisley bed where the little sport of Cecile Bruner rose used to be. The mutabilis rose that got crushed by the tree is nearby, so it consoled itself by eating a few leaves of mutabilis that were now within its reach. The rabbit avoids the front of the house, so it is unlikely to discover Cecile's new location any time soon. The mutabilis is holding up pretty well, and yesterday was a hot day that would test its ability to get moisture up to its leaves with a split trunk.