Sitting on my back porch on a fall day, a ceramic lawn ornament framed by red leaves catches my eye. The pale gray rabbit, which I've have for years without paying it much attention, seems to have a spirit that its ceramic exterior can't contain. Maybe it's the childhood references: Peter Rabbit, the Velveteen Rabbit, and Alice and Wonderland. Or maybe it's the magic of the moment: a wet fall day, leaves turning gala apple red and yellow, the sun dropping into the mountains, a light, quick rain, and a double rainbow. And in the middle of all that, the small, still rabbit.
