MOTHER BUNNY AND HER
FLOWERS
CHAPTER I
PLANTING THE GARDEN
One bright spring morning Old Mother Bun was talking to herself.
Old Father Bun cried,
Healthy Bunny and Pretty Bunny said,
Old Mother Bun answered,
So those cute little Bunnies ran out with rake, and hoe, and wheelbarrow, and they all worked in Mother Bun’s garden, helping her prepare the soil for her garden. She was very happy and shook the packages of seeds in her gingham apron, saying,
“Not for me, not for me,” called a voice, and a very wild looking Bunny peeped over the fence.
He offered to help, for every one loved Old Mother Bun, but he was such a careless fellow, he did not dig the rows straight, and Old Father Bun soon made him stop, so he sat on a fence.
When the ground was ready, Old Father Bun drove in stakes at the end of the rows, and he tied a cord from one stake to another so they could plant in even rows.
Old Mother Bun used the hoe and the little Bunnies ran after her and dropped in seeds.
“What did you forget, Mother Bunny?” asked Healthy Bunny.
“Can we help you to remember?” added Pretty Bunny.
“We are waiting,” said Old Father Bunny.
She read the directions on each envelope to find out how far apart the seeds were to be planted, and how deep they were to be placed. This was important, for some seeds grow better planted deep, and some grow better planted near the surface with a very little dirt scattered over them.
That day she planted lettuce and radishes and Old Father Bun said,
Old Mother Bun said that early vegetables could stand a little frost and if we plant North-Grown seeds, the vegetables can even stand a little snow.
It was late in March and the air was cool, though the sun shone warm and bright.
She said,
Old Father Bun said they would help her plan out the paths, and that Healthy Bunny and Pretty Bunny might use the wheelbarrow and bring over some bricks to lay in the paths.
Soon the garden began to look very well indeed.
Old Mother Bun grew thoughtful and said,
They had plenty of room, so they made their brick walks, or paths as they called them, four feet wide.
Old Father Bun said,
All the Bunnies sat down and put on their Thinking-Caps, for they had an old brick walk in the back yard, and grass and weeds crept up between the bricks every year.
The Happy-Go-Lucky Bunny said at last,
Old Father Bun remembered this was a good idea, but he said no salt must get into the garden soil.
Old Mother Bun said,
They divided off the part of the garden that was left, and planned out many pretty Flower Beds.
She said, “Oh, see the star-shaped bed! Oh, see the garden we planted last year!” All of them bent down, and it was Old Mother Bun who discovered the first Crocus.
Sure enough, there was a purple Crocus in bloom. She said,
Old Father Bun did a lot of thinking and said presently,
He marked off the letters on the ground and said they would plant there next day.
Old Mother Bun picked the Crocus and took it in-doors and set it in a vase. When they had washed their paws they sat around and admired it.
Old Mother Bun began to knit for she was never idle.
She looked hard at Happy-Go-Lucky, who did not answer her.
Pretty Bunny liked to have a blooming plant in the window.
Old Father Bun said,
The little Crocus in the vase began to nod, and nod, and open its petals, and, to the surprise of all, began to talk.
Then the Crocus began to tell the story or legend she liked the best. She said, “I am the little child, Krokus, who was killed by an accident when Mercury threw a quoit one day, and I was changed at once into a flower.” (Crocus continued)
“Saffron, Saffron, what do I know about Saffron?” asked Old Father Bun.
Old Mother Bun said,
The Crocus said, “Saffron is made from my stamens; several thousand of them are needed for one ounce of Saffron.”
So saying, the Crocus closed her petals and fell asleep.
Pretty Bunny said, “I wonder if every flower has a story to tell.”
Healthy Bunny said, “Old Mother Bun, what kind of flowers will you have in your garden this year?”
She reminded her children that Annuals, as they are called, grow from seeds and bloom only one season, while Biennials live over winter and bloom the next year, and then die.
Old Father Bun said,
He thought a while and then continued,
Happy-Go-Lucky Bunny said,
Old Father Bun continued,
Healthy Bunny said, naming some Biennials, “How I do like turnips, beets and carrots, how I do like parsnips.”
Old Father Bun continued,
Pretty Bunny said,
Old Mother Bun said,
The Bunnies drew close while she drew a picture of a Morning Glory and said,
She drew the little fine roots of the Morning Glory and the long, winding stem and dainty leaves and flower.
The Family Clock struck nine, and Old Father Bun said,
Old Mother Bun had been planting a wild-flower garden for years and years. The Bunnies had often gone to the woods and dug up a single plant of its kind for they did not want to rob even the woods of beauty, and so they had many wild flowers growing in their home garden, and they had also a lovely bed of ferns.
Old Mother Bun said,
Happy-Go-Lucky Bunny jumped out the open window and ran out in the moonlight.
Pretty Bunny and Healthy Bunny went to bed.
Old Mother Bun tried to remember the names of some of her Flowers. She made what she called an “Acrostic” which spelled the names of Flowers read to the right, and spelled the name of a Flower downward. She wrote the following:
The Old Family Clock sang,
Old Mother Bun went to bed wondering who her visitor would be in the Garden to-morrow. She made up her mind to rise at sunrise and see if any of her visitors had come.
She said,
The Family Clock remarked,