Well, hey there, little guy.
Actually, he wasn’t so little.
The minions caught him in the stream at the Indian Creek Greenway a couple days ago.
He was just hanging out in the water. Hmmm…Frog or toad, frog or toad? Who knows? Let’s consult Señor Google about it.
Well, according, to this super informative post at Lucky in Learning this guy is definitely a frog.
He was fast but no match for these wranglers.
While we were playing in the stream a man walked by and told us he saw a water moccasin in this spot last week. So…good news, huh. I’m hoping that the sheer audiological volume that is my kids will keep any snakes away. That and I’m banking on the fact that we live super close to a hospital.
No worries about this one though in the creek. She cares nothing about the frogs or the crawdads. She just wants to be let loose with the dandelions. Stella loves blowing some dandelions.
Oooh! Oooh! It’s the spring and that means it’s the perfect time to break out your old junior high copy of Bradbury’s Dandelion Wine and reread it. I love that book. It’s a perfect coming of age story. And I’m a sucker for a good coming of age story.*
Dandelion Wine is a great book for quotes. I’m not much for poetry but I certainly love this.
“It was the face of spring, it was the face of summer, it was the warmness of clover breath. Pomegranate glowed in her lips, and the noon sky in her eyes. To touch her face was that always new experience of opening your window one December morning, early, and putting out your hand to the first white cool powdering of snow that had come, silently, with no announcement, in the night. And all of this, this breath-warmness and plum-tenderness was held forever in one miracle of photographic is chemistry which no clock winds could blow upon to change one hour or one second; this fine first cool white snow would never melt, but live a thousand summers.”
‘It was the face of summer’ LOVE IT.
And this one:
“Where would you like to go, what would you really like to do with your life?
See Istanbul, Port Said, Nairobi, Budapest. Write a book. Smoke too many cigarettes. Fall off a cliff but get caught in a tree halfway down. Get shot at a few times in a dark alley on a Morrocan midnight. Love a beautiful woman.”
I think this might be where my love affair with Morocco began. Sigh.
Dandelion Wine will always be spring to me.
Little boys catching frogs will be too.
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*I’m a sucker for a good Apocalyptic story too! The Road by Cormac McCarthy. I loved the severity and rawness of this book. Oh, so good!
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