Beatrix Potter was a staple in our household as a child.

My personal favorite was Mr. Jeremy Fisher. I even had a stuffed toy in his likeness.

As I have grown older, Beatrix Potter still echos in our lives via coffee cups, Christmas ornaments, and other knick knacks.

As I landscape The Refuge and nurture my hosta obsession, I fight against my inner Mr. McGregor.

I love rabbits. I have had them as pets and delight in seeing wild rabbits frolic around the yard.

But my hostas pay for the rabbit frivolity.

I have diligently researched humane ways to prevent the rabbit snacking destruction of my dream hosta garden. None are particularly effective, except fencing which would ruin the esthetic.

In the end, there is not much to do but sigh, enjoying both the rabbits and the hostas in whatever state.