The Whimbles Celebrate Early Spring with Bostwick the Rabbit Scribe

Posted by Bostwick the Rabbit Scribe; Dimensional Artwork & Photography by Martha Young McQuilkin & The Whimbles ยท April 4, 2015 · Apr 04, 2015

I came into being on the day of Spring Solstice many rabbit years ago. I grew up in an enchanted home called Penstemon Farm, on a hillside surrounded by meadows and a deep forest.  My best friends include a group of beings called The Whimbles who arrived at Penstemon several winters before I was born.  

I am from a warren of keen observers and, when very young, was given my first journal in which to wrote all I saw.  From that day on I have been known as Bostwick the Rabbit Scribe.    

Since my birthday announces Spring, I am particularly interested in what is growing or happening both inside and out as the days lengthen.

I have been delighted to see the most beautiful flower bloom on The Whimble Patio. It is known as a woodland anemone. If I didn't wear my spectacles, I might not have noticed the dew on its petals.

It was so balmy one day last week that my cousin, Brighton, and I took a stroll in the sunshine on the top of Penstemon's stone wall.  In no time, Darcy the Duckling caught up with us, chirping so loudly I covered my ears. 

Intent on showing us the two nests she found nearby, she climbed into one and then the other. 

She's much too young for her own nest, but doesn't she fit herself perfectly into this small one?

Now, I think she'll have room to grow here, don't you?

Another cousin and scribe, Bertrand, watches the most beautiful orchid lady slipper buds open in The Whimble Studio. 

I think he is the most keen observer of all - such concentration!

And, just look at what he witnessed!

Bertrand almost stopped breathing when the second bud burst forth on the multiple bloom pale yellow paphiopedilum. 

And, he could only whisper for us to join him when this phragmipedium bud opened.  "Magic," we finally heard him say. "Pure perfection."

Another nest is showcased in The Studio.  It contains three eggs laid by resident bare-eyed cockatoo, Lilly, now 21 years old.  She proudly shows off those eggs to all who visit.

Since I am inexorably connected to the Spring Solstice, I would be ever so pleased if you would read the new Whimble Tale, "Magical Moonlight Flight Parts I-IV" that happens just as Spring is dawning on Caelumen.  

 (la fin from Penstemon Farm - Earth)