Can you think ahead to spring? I remember those days around Moose Jaw, Saskatchewan. I was an elementary school student. Looking out over the prairies, I would ride with friends down the back trails. The iron bridge was there to traverse – hoping no train was on the way. Of course, I never ventured across!!
Just a short ways out of town was a small pond. Nothing unusual. Nothing out of the ordinary. Just a skim of water over the newly unfrozen soil.
But what I really enjoyed was the music. The frogs were loudly voicing their presence. The harmonies were a precursor to opportunities in the future of singing and harmonizing.
And then you would spy a tadpole swimming towards a metamorphosis.
That’s the life of spring! Soon to appear!
Which has made me ask the question. Where lives the frog in the middle of January??