In the heart of The Blue House property stands an ancient poplar tree. Growing from its bark, embedded in the very wood itself, is a brass rabbit—a whimsical secret slowly being embraced by nature.
Some say it was placed there by a wanderer decades ago. Others believe it appeared mysteriously, as if the tree itself conjured it. Whatever its origin, the brass rabbit has become part of the tree's story—a symbol of magic, patience, and transformation.
Surrounding the rabbit, delicate resurrection ferns cling to the bark, dormant in dry seasons, but springing back to vibrant green life with each rain—a reminder that beauty returns, that moments can be reborn.
This is the spirit of The White Rabbit—an intimate dining experience where every evening is a carefully crafted story, where romance meets culinary artistry under the stars, where two become part of something larger than themselves.
