The weather has been all over the place. Most mornings are chilly, a reminder that it’s still winter, but some are warm, and as the sun rises the days come close to summer temperatures. Or they hover in fall and spring ranges. Seedlings are popping up in the pots that haven’t had anything new planted in them since last year. They may be safflower plants, sprouting where the seeds from my feeder have been dropped by birds.
I can’t explain why but this takes me to the giant bunny at Cheekwood. If there’s a place—a park or a building or even a city—you like to go to there’s probably one part of it that you’re always drawn to, that you can’t leave without seeing. At Cheekwood, for me, it’s the giant bunny. It’s a nice place and I love to walk every part of the grounds there, from the main building down to the model trains, and also the bamboo garden, and the ponds where horsetail plants grow. I was sorry when they tore down the greenhouses that had rows and rows of orchids, but there’s still a lot to see.
The giant anthropomorphic rabbit—actually the piece’s title is Crawling Lady Hare–is the one thing that defines the place for me. It’s the one thing I want to go to as soon as I get there and I always try to make it so I walk back by it at least once more before I leave.
It’s obviously a sculpture made of twisted wire but, since its installation in 1997, moss has covered it so it looks like it grew up out of the ground. And every time I look at it I think I should find some meaning in it. Now, though, I think it just is. It changes with the seasons, or from day to day, or even minute by minute, like the weather.