Health & Fitness
A jack rabbit start(le).
He's certainly not American Pharoah, but … talk about a jack rabbit start!

The fog crept in on little cat feet once again this morning.
I always liked Carl Sandburg’s description of how the fog landed, stayed awhile, then just sprang away. However, the early morning fog in my neck of the woods wasn’t so quick to leave.
I hung around the house waiting, but it hung on as well.
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Early Sunday mornings in the neighborhood are already deserted enough without walking around in a fog … the atmosphere that is, not the walker. (Or, maybe there is a little of both.)
When you get to the Park on a foggy morning, the trees and bushes make it seem a little spooky. I’ve gone there on other murky mornings when I can see the geese grazing in the middle of the soccer field, their bodies seeming to glide along on a misty cloud, since you can’t see their squat legs or wide webbed feet.
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This morning’s sky was tinted like a two-day-old bruise and so gloomy looking that I left the new camera, (which still remains to be christened in the great outdoors), at home.
I carried an umbrella instead, but of course since I brought it along it didn’t rain.
I decided there are a few sure signs that the Memorial Day holiday is on the horizon, among them:
1) the gas prices are rising;
2) the picnic tables have been placed under the Park pavilion; and
3) the neighbors are already shooting off fireworks.
Just as I stepped onto the walking path at Council Point Park, suddenly the hugest rabbit sprang out of nowhere. In whatever hidey hole where he had been lurking on this murky morn, it was obvious that he was oblivious to one 5 foot, 9 inch human who came strolling along into his territory. He did that bunny hop out of a patch of tall grass just a few steps away from me, and when he realized how precariously close I really was to him, a look of sheer terror was in his eyes.
But, to tell you the truth … he startled me as well.
Perhaps we were both a bit spooked by the fireworks extravaganza last night and were still a little on edge this morning.
Or, maybe this “May” hare was late to a tea party, since he entered and exited my personal space at the speed of sound!
Even if I had toted the camera, he was much too quick for me, since this bunny bolted away and quickly disappeared into a thicket of bushes which have leafed out quite nicely so that they hid his big bunny body and tall ears so that I could no longer see his beating heart, nor could he see mine.
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