Many, many, many, many moons ago, mom's friend who happens to be a doctor made the mistake of telling her that on his honeymoon there was an army of frogs that kept singing their ribbiting chorus all night, every night. (Yes, army - that's what they're called! Look it up!) Mom took this knowledge and used it and her powers of mischief to assist various frogs and frog-shaped items in reaching a new home - with "Doc Froggy" both at his home and his office. I spent a couple of weeks helping out at his office one summer and was coerced into delivering several of these ribbity critters surreptitiously. His friends, family and patients all saw that he "collected" frogs, so they started giving him frogs too. That's where the story might end, except that "Doc Froggy" and "Mrs Froggy" along with their family decided to retaliate by also offering assistance to frogs and frog-shaped items in finding them a new home - with mom, or "Nurse Froggy." Doc's kids and I all became affectionately known as "the tadpoles."
|One of the many frogs at mom's house.|
|Something I made for mom |
when I was bored one day.
|One of the many frogs at mom's house|
|Josephine and Napoleon|
|Fergie, Mrs. Gardenhopper, Freida, Lily, Leopold, and Dreamweaver|
|A few of the frogs we had 15 years ago.|
A couple of years ago I was taking a nap by the pond at Jericho Beach Park during the Vancouver Folk Music Festival. I woke up, turned my head and found this little guy sitting on my backpack inches from my head.
After work today, C and I were both doing a little gardening with the "assistance" of her 4-year-old son, when something suddenly leaped away from the planter I was moving. I found a little brown frog with an orange throat. I didn't manage to get a photo of him before he escaped into my plants, but I did get to show him to everyone upstairs first. The boys thought he was pretty cool and Trooper the dog wanted to eat him.