As I write this note, Beau is going through a rather heavy spell of moulting. Shedding an old coat is uncomfortable. It makes him look more like a hedgehog than a rabbit. He is a bit moody though still lovely and a source of wise insight. I am struck how, despite the discomfort and a frequent desire to clean himself and escape from me whenever I try to intervene with a hairbrush, ultimately he collaborates with nature. In his rabbity way somehow he knows that coats and seasons have to fit together. Greeting a new season in the old coat doesn’t make sense in the way that putting new wine into the old wineskins doesn’t work (Mark 2:22). I wonder what “old coat” I should shed so that I am better prepared for the new season?