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.