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Yesterday was the first clear day in weeks. It was muggy but blessedly rain-free… sunny enough for my big green sunglasses, suitable for even the most fragile of post-cataract surgery patients.

The Mystic River was thick with lily pads, a frog’s paradise. It looked like I’d be able to walk on top of this green carpet.

I threw a small stone out to the middle of the lily mass and was surprised to see it sink immediately!

OK, so only the smallest frogs could leap from pad to pad; while maybe the rest aim for a leaf, and surf it as it submerges and swishes around before regaining balance. Once again, even the smallest classic frog pastime is filled with play and sport…

As I sit inside on another overcast afternoon, typing this review of the lily pads, my lavender candle and Thai pop playlist elevate my small administrative tasks to frog status.

Leap, Little Frog

a musician's musings on nesting, being creative, traveling, and parenting