Behind the weathered little cottage….. underneath the overgrowth of hedge and thistles, lies a path descending down into the burrow of the little gilded rabbit. It is a place of aged whimsy , and lost tattered trinkets that still retain a smidgen of past elegance…..where colors are a perfect serenity of grey and beige, warm and cool to the senses. It is here, in this garden forlorn…..perfectly  normal for a rabbit to don a strand of aged pearls to begin the days adventures.
Looking forward to this new beginning,