This is my bullfrog friend, Leo. I raised him from a tadpole. We weren't sure he survived the draining of the pond (it had sprung a nasty leak in late winter) and the recent replacement of the pond. We found him hibernating in the leftover debris just under the pond. We placed him ina fish tank with a mesh lid until we could fix the pond. One day when I went out to change out the water in the tank and put fresh 'food' and debris in the tank he was gone. Naturally, I was worried he had died so I poured out the tank and went through the debris with a fine tooth comb. He simply was not there. Today as I was putting the new fish in the new pond there he was staring in stillness waiting for his next meal. Whew.. so glad he's okay.
Quarry
My inner 10 year old can't wait to get back to these rocks and climb all over them.
Somewhere
There isn't always a trail to blaze.. sometimes the trail is missing altogether..
Sometimes the trail can't be seen..
Sometimes one must leave the trail and make their own way..
In all these instances I listen..
And follow that which isn't spoken..
To find my own way..
Which generally is the right way..
At least for me..
..I prefer the less traveled road.
Stream
As Mother's Day approaches I am grateful for the women who shaped me into the wild woman I am. I miss my grandmothers terribly today. I wish they were here wagging their fingers at me urging me to be all that I can be - holding me to high standard of strength while being womanly and doing what needs to be done. Thank you for role modeling what a strong integral woman looks like. Thank you for showing me how to give love to your family. I am so blessed for the gifts you shared with me and the memories of our lives together. And thank you for loving me unconditionally.
