Cabin Notes - May 1

Wait, it's May?

Rabbits are my chosen symbol for my late grandmother. After she passed a couple years ago, I went down to the creek with Cooper to say goodbye. I asked Cooper to pick a stone from the pebbles lining the water, then held it in my hands as I paid homage to Grandma. I kissed the stone, held it out to Cooper to lick it, and then I asked nature to give me so…