Saturday, December 3, 2016

Polliwogs Again

I was a wild thing once. I remember the little creatures I found as I explored. That was a long time ago.


Last Spring polliwogs were born in our fountain and even in our dog's water bucket.


Tiny, tiny tadpoles.

So hungry as they grew.

Once they had legs, they were gone.

When I was a young I roamed in swampy wet places with all manor of amphibians and serpentes. These are my happiest childhood memories. It was kind of these little fellows to pay me a visit all these years later. I hope they return to the fountain next year. I can't think of a better use for it.


  1. Yay! You're back in the posting saddle again....I thought you'd given it up for good. Talk to you soon, Sis

  2. Hi Sis!
    Very punny!! You and I, we never give up. We are from a very long line of kick-ass women. I only ever say anything when I have something to say. Most people would agree that's a good thing.


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