|one lonely tadpole|
Take a look at the photo of one lonely tadpole and try to imagine hundreds, perhaps even thousands of the little monsters swimming in circles in my backyard.
Interestingly, the dogs pay no attention to them.
Most of the tadpoles won't have a chance to make the transition to frogs. Unless we have a massive amount of rain everyday for many days to come, the water will continue to dry up and flies will descend on the dying tadpoles, covering them as they scream in horror.
Then the tadpoles will be gone.
The really good news is that I no longer look like this:
The frogs are quiet now. Perhaps it's because they're too busy creating tadpoles. I'm grateful they aren't yammering anymore. When they chanted, "Attack the Earth," they went too far.
It's so much easier to sleep without heavy rain and croaking frogs.
Tomorrow, I'll present a question and answer Friday. Juli asked the question, and I have the answer. I'm surprised more of you don't ask me questions. After all, I am the most interesting person I know.
Of course, I only know two or three other people.
After a short period of feeling pretty good, I'm experiencing the blues again. I hope they don't last too long. I'm back to the perp walk -- that kind of bent over move because the troubles of the world are on my shoulders and my feet can't leave the ground and my head hangs low.
My posts may be sporadic during the next couple of weeks. I have ordered a number of books I want to read and review. Most of the authors are our beloved blogger friends. I look forward to lots of reading and then writing reviews full of praise.
Infinities of love,
P.S. No tengo cucarachas.