Our back yard ... Bunny Central.

 “Well-manicured” is not a term anyone would use to describe our lawn.

I am the resident mower, and I routinely leave patches of wildflowers untouched – buttercups in the spring, followed by clovers, white and purple. Even dandelions escape the blade.

I spare them for the bees, the birds and the bunnies, though only the bees go for the buttercups. Rabbits and birds somehow know to avoid those delicate – but potentially toxic – little beauties.

The other day I took a break in the shade and quietly watched as a bumblebee touched down on a white clover blossom. The slender stem bent to the ground under the bumble’s weight, bouncing back as the bee took off for the next flower, and the next.

Later, as I left the house, I spotted two soft, brown ears popping out of a stretch of long grass. One small rabbit having lunch.

For those moments alone, I’ll keep my less than tidy lawn, and leave the manicuring to others.

There’s room in the world for both.