the earliest frogs with a personality was named Sir Lawrence of Long
Toes. He was a cutie, if frogs can be cute, with his white belly and
extra long toes. He quickly made The Pond his home and I enjoyed his
day I would find him sitting in the pot of ivy next to the bench. His head hung over the edge as I read passages from what I believe
were a few of his fave books. Wind in the Willows and the Frog
Prince, come to mind.
never one to hop away when I was out and about. He sat calmly,
watching me, waiting for the odd worm I would dig up that was tossed
his way. Maybe that was the attraction. But whatever it was he has
remained a fond memory of frogs I have known.
a story behind this, of course. The sump pump came on and I watched
to make sure it was clear. I watched the water pour into the
depression in the garden and saw doves had congregated. As the depth
of water rose the doves jumped in for a bath. Mind you it was -15C
and I as a watcher could only shudder.
futtered about, rejoicing in fresh clean water to bathe in. Soon the
flow from the hose ceased and I watched as they stood, searching and
wandering why there was no more flowing water. Their posture was
“what!, where did the water go!” as I laughed. It was one of
Like your favorite flooded cave, your kindness is deep. You have a strong work ethic and are not afraid to hop to it to get the job done. Far from a flaky frog, you don’t jump to conclusions. Ever since you were a tadpole, you’ve been easygoing and likeable and are a good leader without being mossy, so other frogs lean on you without knowing it. Thanks to Michelle at Rambling Woods :)
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