A description of what started this particular blog can be found in its first entry --Feb. 9, 2009. It's about healing.
Saturday, July 28, 2018
In Our Hands
Hop, palm up, plop. Little guy at the base Of my thumb must Feel that, since I come by and he is There, we're friends By birth on this Earth and partnered In its repair.
Tears, dear Cat? Not on my account, please, but understandable for a broken bone. Remember Roy Orbison's part in Traveling Wilburys',"Handle With Care","...I've still got some love to give."
Delores, I have seen a tree frog this size calculate the trajectory of a house-fly and catch it in a single bound. Yet, they will crawl into my hand to be moved away from doors and other places where they have terrible accidents. Amazing creatures.
Jenny, when these little guys hop onto my shoulder or crawl onto my hand, I'm awed by their fearlessness and their trust. Over the years, they seem to have accepted me.
Tree Frogs are all adorable in my estimation, and I in theirs. Yet many of them still take me for a big friendly tree that can walk. Come to think of it, that wouldn't be such a silly thing to be, would it?
My kids love frogs from when they were little and even as adults they love frogs. Norma's photography is priceless here. It makes a statement and your poem adds to that statement about nature itself. Thanks for sharing.
Dear Munir, I just read aloud your comment to Norma. She thanks you and understands, from experience, your family's fondness for frogs --as do I. Most kind.
Thank you for making me smile today, friend Geo. Love, cat.
ReplyDeleteMy pleasure, Cat, and my privilege. And thank you for time-traveling to 2009 --where this began.
Deletemay I shed a few tears now with your permission? Love, cat.
DeleteTears, dear Cat? Not on my account, please, but understandable for a broken bone. Remember Roy Orbison's part in Traveling Wilburys',"Handle With Care","...I've still got some love to give."
DeleteWhat an adorable little guy. He's probably hoping that you won't decide to applaud while he's sitting there.
ReplyDeleteHe is quite a handsome bug-hunter, Jon. The tiny "plop" he makes landing on my hand is applause enough. Happily, he seems to know that.
DeleteIndeed friends. The job of repairing the earth is a big one. We need all the help we can muster.
ReplyDeleteLike courage, help comes in all sizes, Rick. These tiny frogs are ALWAYS on bug-duty.
DeleteI just can't get over how very tiny they are. I have yet to meet one in person.
ReplyDeleteDelores, I have seen a tree frog this size calculate the trajectory of a house-fly and catch it in a single bound. Yet, they will crawl into my hand to be moved away from doors and other places where they have terrible accidents. Amazing creatures.
DeleteLittle guy is smart :)
ReplyDeleteAnd darn cute, too.
Jenny, when these little guys hop onto my shoulder or crawl onto my hand, I'm awed by their fearlessness and their trust. Over the years, they seem to have accepted me.
DeleteHow sweet this is!
ReplyDeleteHe's adorably tiny. Yet you're a mighty partnership.
Tree Frogs are all adorable in my estimation, and I in theirs. Yet many of them still take me for a big friendly tree that can walk. Come to think of it, that wouldn't be such a silly thing to be, would it?
DeleteA mobile tree - I like the idea. Geo shades all in need.
DeleteMy kids love frogs from when they were little and even as adults they love frogs.
ReplyDeleteNorma's photography is priceless here. It makes a statement and your poem adds to that statement about nature itself. Thanks for sharing.
Dear Munir, I just read aloud your comment to Norma. She thanks you and understands, from experience, your family's fondness for frogs --as do I. Most kind.
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