How much longer will the frogs peek from under their murky marsh covering? How much longer will the geese visit the shores? How much longer will the dragonflies dart and dive over the pond? How much longer will the delphiniums and daisies keep their vibrant colors? How much longer will the apples cling to the branches? How much longer will we startle at the rustle of a garter snake in the grass? How much longer will the squirrels continue to scurry by, mouths stuffed with walnuts?
Sister walked with me again today, and thus far each of these sights have continued to greet us.
Of course sister was eager to get to The Climbing Tree, so we made sure to take some time for swinging and ascending. (I'm still finding moss in her hair.) We also sat quietly on the edge of the pond, hoping the frogs wouldn't scare too easily. (They did. We'll try harder next time.) But we were still able to see their bulging eyeballs floating on the surface, trying to blend in with their sneaky camouflage tricks. "Frogs? What frogs? No frogs here."
Speaking of camouflage, we nearly stepped on a praying mantis as we walked through the bark dust. He gently swayed back and forth at our feet. (Some suggest that this movement is meant to mimic the motion of swaying grasses, further concealing his position.) He blended in so well that my camera wasn't sure what to focus on.
When we got home, sister put a "G" on today's calendar square to note that the geese are still taking up residence at the pond. How much longer?
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