I am watching the sunset and listening to the frogs. When the sun goes down, the frogs get noisy around here.
I don’t think it is easy being a frog out this way. The other day, on the road in front of my mailbox, I saw a flatten frog, all four legs spread out. It was kind of gross.
Then today, I am checking out the tomato patch and there is another dead frog, body intact except missing it’s head. Brutal country.
Let’s change the subject. Took the kayaks and pontoon raft out on Whiskeytown Lake today.
Half the clan went with us, or we with them.
I tried talking them into wearing these nifty hats, but it went over like a smashed frog on a country road. Hey, I just made up a new colloquialism! I say that is worth a blog.