At this time of the year the grasses on our land are literally alive with creatures. You plant a foot on the ground and instantly displace frogs, insects and other furtive creatures. It’s a great reminder that this land isn’t really ours; we’re just visitors passing through. We’re nearly through butterfly season (I’ve never in my life seen so many different kinds, so many delicate colours) and frog season is well underway. Wearing open footwear of any kind is risky; it’s easy for a passing frog to end up in your shoe.
On our apple tree inspection last weekend our youngest captured a few frogs, just to say hello. Same child is now home resting with a minor concussion after a fall in the playground at school. The doctor said no books, homework, school, computer or screen time of any kind. Not being able to sit quietly looking at books is a big drag, but thankfully our little library has some great books on tape, which is supplementing how much I can read to the patient. After reading Mr. Popper’s Penguins together we’re now finishing up The Hoboken Chicken Emergency. Both barmy books! Late yesterday we decided a gentle walk would be a good idea for some fresh air and a change of pace. It’s such a treat to have so much nature right on our doorstep.