Nancy called a couple of weeks ago.
“You’ve got to stop by the house with your camera. You have to see the frogs in my pond. And there is this most gorgeous red flower with the frogs all around it. You must stop!”
So I stopped on my way home from work. Looked at the gorgeous red flower. (Not the one pictured below. If you want to see the beauty, click on over to my other blog, scroll down to the end, and behold.)
However, no frogs.
What, Nancy? Whatcha talkin’ about? Frogs?
This morning I had to stop by Nancy’s again. This time, when we wandered together out by her gardens and pond, guess who sunned themselves on the lily pods?
You got it. The missing frogs. Lots of ’em. Seven? Eight? A dozen?
Suffice it to say, we were in Frog Heaven.
After our close encounter of the frog kind, we toured her flower gardens. Met her scarecrow watching over the corn. The photos are pouting over in the “Pictures” folder, feeling jilted in favor of the amphibians.
This afternoon I pretended I was a frog, too. Looked at the thermometer. Kathy, it’s 82 degrees. What should you be doing this afternoon?
You know the answer to this, don’t you?
All good frogs should be swimming!
So I drove over to Second Sand Beach and dove in. Leap-frogged in the crashing waves. The water was stunningly warm! Stunningly unlike Lake Superior’s usual frigid freeze-your-body-into-numbness. Last summer I cowered waist-deep and could not, could not, could not, force myself to dive in.
Hopefully you other frogs will follow suit. Get off your lily pads and find yourself a lake, pool or ocean.
Ready, set, LEAP!!