Tag Archives: Frogs

Hide and Go Seek

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Yesterday when Pasiano and I were madly carrying plants and planting them, I asked Yolanda to clean off  the ledge of the wall between my neighbors and me that usually holds pots of plants as well as stone sculptures.  When I came up from the garden to collect yet another plant to plant, I noticed that just one slab of slate was still on the ledge, so I removed it and set it on the slate deck below.  I had only gone a couple of steps when Yolanda called out for me to come back. When I turned to do so, I saw her pointing at what I thought was a leaf stuck to the side of the wall, but as I got closer, I saw exactly what it was!

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It was a tiny gray tree frog no more than 2 inches long, clinging to the side of the wall behind the piece of slate.  I quickly replaced the slate but an hour or so later came out to photograph him/her, then quickly replaced the slate.  That evening, I check again and this is what I saw:

So sad to lose my little neighbor.

This experience, however, put me in mind of another experience Forgottenman and I had when he picked me up iat the airport n St. Louis to drive me to Morehouse, where he lives. For that frog adventure, go HERE

 

Three by Three

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For Thursday Trios

Now and Then

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Now and Then

Once upon a time when wizardry was at its height,
some brides had a big surprise on their wedding night.
The guy they met one muggy day while walking by the bog,
might transform from handsome prince back into a frog.

They were naive to fall for any guy who came along,
for dangerous fabrications could be purchased for a song,
but with no wizard of their own, how were they to know?
There were frogs disguised at princes wherever girls might go.

I’ve told this story many times, but to no avail.
I simply can’t get modern girls to listen to my tale.
They can’t believe this selfsame thing can still happen to them.
Absurd to think that frogs turn into princes just to woo.them.

But heed well my warning, young women ripe for wedding.
Men will do most anything to implement their bedding.
They’re on their best behavior until you are their wife,
but changes they’ve enacted may well not be for life.

Prompts today are wedding, fabrication, dangerous, sorcery and muggy. Image by David Clode on Unsplash.

Creepy-crawlies in the Moon’s Eclipse

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Creepy-crawlies in the Moon’s Eclipse

They congregate at night, they do—the newts and snakes and frogs—
to discuss the art of slithering and their new pollywogs.
But if the night is moonless and the stars covered with cloud,
They start to think of evil things that can’t be voiced aloud.
And if the night gets dark enough, they’ll probably conspire
to wiggle in through door cracks, ooze in on router wire.
They’ll squirm across your carpets and right up to your bed
to snuggle down in armpits or to circle round your head.
The snake will peek into your ears and travel up your nose,
investigating your insides as he comes and goes. 
The frog will croak accompaniment to echo in your dreams.
The world when we’re asleep, you see, is not quite what it seems.
And if you dream about it during the next eclipse,
It’s just your memory of the truth you heard from these two lips.

 

 

 

My prompt from Tourmaline’s Halloween Challenge is frog.

Welcome Home Party/Sad Ending

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In spite of the fact that I got into St. Louis two hours late (after three changes of gates in Toronto, a delay to change a tire on the plane and then an entire change of planes) I still had a healthy welcome to St. Louis contingent.  First Forgottenman, then this familiar face waiting for me in the car:

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Then when we stopped to get gas on the way home, Forgottenman found this little guy clinging to the rear hatch of the car!!!

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He was well-lit-up by the overhead lights of the filling station where we were gassing up.  Hard to tell how long he’d been there, and I was tempted to bring him back to Morehouse, thinking he might have jumped up on the car before Forgottenman left to come get me, but the driver voted for me to leave him in the grass by the filling station, so I did.

To my great regret, for when we got home an hour or so later, this is what we found clinging to the porch railing:

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It made me so sad, as it was the exact same variety of frog.  He/she looks darker because of the lack of light here, but was a duplicate of the one we found clinging to the car 80 miles away, and I am quite sure it is a mate just waiting for the return of the little frog we left behind in the grass an hour and a half earlier!