Friday, July 14, 2006

Just call me


...the frog whisperer. Tonight I was shooting culverts, so I had a small lens on the camera at the time. I think the only reason I was able to get so close to the frog is because it was amazed at the number of deer flies and horseflies that were bombarding me and that I was just standing there, taking it all. I couldn't hear anything but the buzz. H says he's never seen so many around a person before. Dragonflies were having a heyday picking deer flies off me. My mind wasn't on the bugs or the bites, but rather the great culvert stories someone had emailed me the other day. I gratefully printed them off and added them to my culvert file. They make me grin every time I think about them. So there I was grinning through the flies.

I finally finished reading The Master a couple nights ago. I'd read only a couple pages per night, so it took forever. The book was worth every penny. I even dog-eared a couple pages - something I rarely do - so I'll be able to locate the passages later on.

I'm happy to say I've been working on new poems. It's been a fun, but tiring ordeal. Bits of lines will come to me just as I'm about to fall asleep, so I'll get up and jot them down. Then I settle back into my pillow only to have another thought strike me. On goes the light again.

In forest news: tonight we ate our first blueberries of the season. It will be a good year for berries.

7 comments:

Tracy Hamon said...

Frog whisperer. And you never saw the fun in leapfrog?

GM said...

That's more like it! Just don't kiss any, whisper Schmidt.

Brenda Schmidt said...

Har har to you both.

Lindsey said...

lovely little frog.

Brenda Schmidt said...

Lovely and little it was.

pohanginapete said...

Very pleased to hear you were whispering, not croaking.
;^P

Brenda Schmidt said...

Ha! :)