The heat this summer yielded a chorus of croakers. Don’t they look cool and comfy. From my desk, I can see them crawl out onto a warm rock. They look so bored, as they slip back into the water to cool off again.
Loved-one turns over rocks and hand feeds them worms. I giggle every time a frog captures a worm and slurps it down like a piece of spaghetti. By the end of summer, Loved-one will have these frogs climbing int his hand.
They will be that tame.
Looks like something out of a storybook, doesn’t it? I have one in my head, just begging to be put on paper.
(If you get a chance, hop on over to Coming East and check out her pics. She inspires me.
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