Afternoon Picnic
Rain caressed magnolia leaves
Tiny frog hops away.
You smile at me lovingly.
Grinning, we walk hand in hand.
Rain caressed magnolia leaves
Tiny frog hops away.
You smile at me lovingly.
Grinning, we walk hand in hand.
posted by Plain Foolish | 12:52 PM
5 Comments:
Very sweet. I love the tiny frogs hopping away.
He was *teensy*! No bigger than my thumbnail. When I first saw him, I thought he was a beetle rather than a frog.
I wonder what kind of little frog. Was it a 'he'? *grin* One of our friends recently wrote a book about frogs and other amphibians in Montana. It might have been a little tree frog?
I don't know whether he was he or she... (And yes, I knew you'd call me on that after the bee thing.) Tiny tiny tiny little brown frog, on a brick pathway. He ended up hopping onto a wood staircase and being pretty perfectly hidden, which I took as my cue to go away already.
Lovely!
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