Frogs
The frog sat on the log in the bog like an amphibious hog, oinking frogways. I love frogs. Never ate one, but I bet if I ate a frog I’d like that too. Not that many things in this world I don’t like eating.
But let’s put eating aside for a moment, after I finish my little snack here before I continue….
Okay (yum, that was good, a mini cinnamon bun w/ my coffee), as I was saying, frogs rock. For one thing, they’re green, and green is good. Also they make very cool noises. I love sitting on the porch of my shack by the swamp on an illustrious eve, moon in the clouds, tadpoles on the make, and listening to the chorus of frogtown chirruping in the distance. Homey.
Frogs are also like the canary in the coalmine for our environment. They’re kinda touchy critters and as soon as an environment goes off they get cranky and start croaking (not in a good way). So we need to listen to them live.
Ribbit,
LWIII
(Many thanks to Jacob Gest @jakegest for his generous frogmalion.)
i grew up with frogs and toads who roamed freely in our newly built,unfinished Long Island neighborhood. we collected them sometimes, tiny ones in a jar and they died when we moved on and forgot them. Tadpoles too. i kissed little toads because they’re faces were irresistibly cute. Down by the swamp (yes,a real one)we would look for giant frogs just to see the bigness and sometimes watch them billow up and sing. I grew up loving frogs listening to their song lull me to sleep summer nights.
I’m with you, Annie, frogs are awesome. We had an old quarry behind where I lived growing up, along the St. Vrain river here in Colorado (where you grew up it would be called a stream) and frogs were a part of our daily boys life in the summertimes. Trying to catch them, mostly. Or just looking at them and finding them. I sure love to listen to them croaking in the evenings.
Thanks for the frog tales!
well… you know I used to collect live frogs as a child – carried them around in a bucket as I found them in the yard, around the well, by the creek and marsh. When the bucket was full, I’d let them go. Now I just collect froggie things (whenever I see one that catches my eye).. .
loved this post my friend – ribbit!
Hey la, thanks for the froglove! It’s great being green. So glad you liked my bit our our funny-looking little green brothers & sisters.
xoxo
WIll,
We should have snog a frog week…no sideswipe meant at the French there…as love onions and St Tropez!…anyway i’m drifting…
Legend and rumour, has it, there is many a Prince Disarming to be magicationolated forth with a well timed Frog Snog…
Princess Di, found hers that way..still the transformation got transbuggerifried halfway along but he’s still a fine man in my humble onion…
Memories of Coal Mines and Canaries always welcome as grew up around mining communities…and that leading onto tender years reminded me back to Frogs been unceremonioulsy shoved down my knickers by the brothers…
Earned my place in the pecking order…by toughing that one out…
Sigh Frog Chorus Paul McCartney…http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0auCDOERZyE
Yes Snog a Frog Week…They are beautiful creatures in their ugliness you know…people lacking in discernment will fail to notice their natural beauty!
Once again enjoyed your posting.
Truly was once a knickerless girl who climbed trees..now you know why…Frog Alert! .eeeeeeeeh!!
Well, frogs are a mixed blessing, I guess, when one finds them down one’s knickers. I like your idea of the Snog a Frog week, Truly. Maybe there’s some princes out there that could use some snoggage.
That was a cute Paul McCartney clip, thanks! If frogs can stand together, maybe us humans have a chance too!
Frog alert!
Just hadta say that frogs taste yummy. It’s not their fault that they resemble the flavor of chicken. In fact, maybe it’s that the chicken taste like frogs. Ever think of that?
I eat frogs legs (as do all three of my children) whenever we go to the Chinese buffet. But we aren’t mean folk who kill and eat cute little frogs. They’re already dead and fried with salt and special seasonings, after all.
In fact, we’ve had frogs as pets for three years running. We’d catch the tadpoles when we lived with my father… out in his pond (which is really just a deep and wide puddle). We’d watch them turn into frogs and then let them go again. Except this year they all died. Not sure why.
As a child, my sis and i caught a big ol’ frog (or perhaps it was a toad… I don’t know). We emptied our toy box and made a house with Barbie furniture for our pet. Neither of us remember returning the frog. I wonder if eventually we forgot and then Mom made us clean our rooms. Poor froggy.
Hey, chicken tastes like frogs! I like that.
Sorry to hear about your tadpoles this year, Laurie. Bummer. Oh well, next year maybe they will thrive. And I bet that frog with the Barbie furniture really liked that, ha.
Thanks again Laurie,
xoxo!
Although i actually just randomly picked a word from the contents of my brain when i responded to your tweet I actually really like frogs. They remind me of living in Missouri and listening to them well into the night.
Thank you for your word-smithery.
Thanks Jake. It worked out well, since I was just discussing frog/applesauce art in the previous blog, so it’s synchronicity in action. We made collaborative frog sauce.
I went to school in Missouri, so it remains a fond memory in my heart of ditching class. Loved the tiny country roads that go through the woods forever and never seem to end.
Thanks again for the blog-prompt!
LWIII