In the first light of a beautiful spring dawn, when the air is cold but the rising sun has the promise of heat later, if you walk quiet and careful through a field in the very middle of England, you might see a hare whose pelt is white as snow. The hare will raise its face to the sun, and drum with its hind legs, but not in panic or alarm. The hare is there every day, and the hare has been there every day for ever, and he is drumming up the sun.

Know what you have seen, and walk on your way. If you disturb him, it will be your fault that the world becomes dark.

Also, if you do not walk on your way…watching you from the ash and the elder and the oak and the hawthorn are the defenders of the hare, and they will come for you. They are small, but they are very very many.