Rabbit Seeds

Rabbit Seeds by Bijou Le Tord

by Bijou Le Tord (Four Winds Press, 1984)

Did you know I am a school librarian? I’m in my third year, at my second school, and have done it for about a decade with a break for graphics in between. Hashtag old.

And speaking of old, that’s what my current school is. That’s great for things like traditions and history, but it’s really great for things like stories. I’ve had a bit of a triage situation on my hands, and the thing that has taken the biggest chunk of time is massive weeding and collection development. (And undoing the work of the packiest rat that ever packed.)

I’ve been brutal in nonfiction and biographies because poor old Pluto has had better days and a 1970 biography of Peggy Fleming isn’t triple-lutz-ing off the shelves. But then there are picture books. And I haven’t tossed a single one. I need to, for reasons of both space and sanity. But when your library is old, there’s a lot that sparkles under all that dust. And I want to be careful because of things like early, early editions of the Nutshell Library.

Here’s one I found that I’d never heard of before, and wow. If you can get your hands on a copy, it would be a great pair with The Little Gardener.

Rabbit Seeds by Bijou Le Tord Rabbit Seeds by Bijou Le Tord

This is the story of a rabbit, a gentle, shaky, line of a thing.

And it’s the story of his garden. He bids adieu to the snow and ice, and welcomes the warming sun.

These beginning spreads are so simple, so uncluttered, so spare. Those black lines on white, framed by spring’s pastels.

And the words! So unfussy. So beautiful.

Rabbit Seeds by Bijou Le Tord

When the day cools, he waters his seeds. The sun and the earth begin their work.

Rabbit Seeds by Bijou Le Tord

He patiently waits, and watches for a first ripple or a crack on the ground.

Rabbit Seeds by Bijou Le Tord

He patiently sits, until the first seedlings shoot up.

That last spread has a surprising detail, one that fits perfectly into the rabbit’s world but one that is unusual for this particular sequence of images: that star. The sun has been a small circle, hovering over the garden, doing its work. But while the rabbit waits, a star. It must be night. He’s taken his picnic basket and he’s patiently sat, and when the sun dropped, the star showed up.

The seasons take over, as they do, and soon it’s time to welcome back winter. The last time we see the rabbit, he is happy. His work is done.

This rabbit and his work are both sweet and slow and dear, and this book is a quiet little wonder.

ch

8 Comments

  • Posted September 15, 2015 at 9:57 am | Permalink

    Oh my goodness, this one looks so lovely! It reminds me of AND THEN IT’S SPRING as well. What a great find!

  • carterhiggins
    Posted September 15, 2015 at 11:14 am | Permalink

    Oh, GREAT one!

  • Posted September 15, 2015 at 10:46 am | Permalink

    That is so lovely. The simplicity is captivating.
    Laura

  • carterhiggins
    Posted September 15, 2015 at 11:14 am | Permalink

    Captivating is a perfect word.

  • Jilanne Hoffmann
    Posted September 15, 2015 at 2:14 pm | Permalink

    Makes me want to hug the book. We, too, have to be careful not to throw the babies out with the bathwater at our school library. It’s a small space, and it’s terribly difficult to weed the picture books. Science, math, technology, old geography books, not so tough.

  • June
    Posted September 15, 2015 at 7:04 pm | Permalink

    Oh how I love the look of this little book. Thank you for sharing. I will see if I can trace a copy….

  • Brechje
    Posted September 17, 2015 at 7:10 am | Permalink

    The most beautiful book. Wish it was mine, along withThe little gardener

  • Posted November 29, 2015 at 1:29 pm | Permalink

    thank you for your sweet words about my book. Rabbit Seeds. This was a long time ago. You can take a look at my blog: http://grainesdelapins.blogspot.fr/?m=0 . I’m on Facebook as bijou le tord. Come and say hi !