I had heard about our resident rabbit but, having never seen it, I assumed it was a rabbit’s tale [or perhaps tail?] Yet, as I walked to the main building I heard some rustling in the leaves and saw a rabbit scurrying along toward the woodpile, so now I am convinced that there is a rabbit here. Some of our dear friends came, bringing us food and, as they always do, dozens of piroshki with my favourite fillings. The sad thing is that they were not able to come up the stairs or even up the slope in front of the building so the visit was brief in the parking cul-de-sac. Labels have been put on the skin cream jars so that now our vendors can merrily go about selling them. I am still surprised at how popular this product is.