A plague of frogs

Posted: September 2, 2014 in Animals, Nature, Travel
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(For those of you who followed our trip to Wyoming on my blog, this post is from the last morning on the way back, in Canistota, South Dakota where we stay every year at a nice little Best Western.)

My eyes open, search for the clock’s illuminated numbers.  5:02 am.  Too early to get up in a motel room where two other people are still sound asleep…and too early period.  My alarm is set for 5:45, to give me time to shower before packing and having breakfast, not far enough away for me to relax back into sleep.

Lying in bed, I hear what sounds like motorcycles rumbling, then realize it’s going on much too long for that. It’s almost continuous thunder , although I can’t hear the rain over the noise of the air conditioner that we use both for sleeping coolness and white noise.

When I finally go out into the grey chill morning light, the rain’s almost stopped.  Walking toward the room with the ice machine, keeping well under the overhanging roof edge,I see what t turn out to be, on closer inspection, lots of little frogs (or toads) hopping along the walkway in the puddles. They’re everywhere, apparently frolicking in the water. Where did they come from in this small, not particularly wet town in eastern South Dakota and where are they going?

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Most of the farms we see here are dry land farms, meaning they have no irrigation and are dependent on the weather, so I imagine the rain is welcome, except for anyone who’s just mown hay and is waiting for it to dry enough to bale.  As with most places, though, corn and soybeans appear to be the main crops and they can still use the rain.

Last night when we arrived, all the parking spots by the doors were full, so when the downpour starts again when we’re starting load, we, like the Queen, are not amused.  Additionally, our two now soaked bikes need to be unlocked and removed from the rack, then the rack put down before the back of the van can be opened.  I get one load in before the heavens open, then crouch inside, shielded by the raised trunk until rain begins to blow in.  A mad dash for our room leaves my previously just-dried hair soaked, the same for my sweatshirt.  Are we having fun yet?

Eventually the rain abates long enough to load and put the bikes back on, although after about five minutes we’re once again engulfed in a storm that holds our speed to 50 maximum on the interstate.  Trucks fly by much faster even though safety dictates caution.  Where we can usually see long distances, curtains of grey rain and fog limit our vision to well under a mile.  It promises to be a longer day of driving than the ten hours we anticipated, but hopefully we’ll soon out-drive the storm.  As we drive, I wonder where the frogs went.

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Where does the time go?  We’re already beginning a new month, which means today’s theme is once again, “Nature.”  My entry this week is seasonal, depicting harvest, end-of-the-summer-coming-of-fall, and the glorious sunshine colors of summer. And today is Labor Day in the United States, a day when we both honor labor and rest from it.  I hope you have time to spend outside, enjoying the beauty of nature, today and every day.

Other than the border, I’ve done no editing whatsoever on this photo.

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Oddball by the river…

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Oddball on the pavement…

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Oddball sucked in by the wind…

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OK.  There was no dumpster.  There was a brick walkway between apartment buildings.

And we didn’t dive.  They were in a box on top of the trash can.

And I was inside.  Our daughter found them.

But we were in Philadelphia.

And the box was filled with new to barely used clothing and shoes, mostly in our daughter’s size but some also in mine.

And the clothes were very high-end; rough estimate maybe as high as $1,000-$1,500 new.

And yes, it was worth the dollar-per-load to do laundry in her apartment (and the cost to dry).

Who knew Christmas came in August and that Santa’s given up the chimney for  a brick-lined walkway in Philadelphia?

And I thought thrift store shopping was a good deal!

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Imitation is the sincerest form of flattery.

Although I’m sure the first barista to top a cup didn’t use the gingko leaf as a model, s/he might have.  This is my answer to the Weekly Photo Challenge’s difficult theme: “Dialogue.”

copyright janet m. webb 2014

copyright janet m. webb

copyright janet m. webb 2014

Image  —  Posted: August 28, 2014 in Poetry
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This “lovely” photo was one of the earliest prompts in my Friday Fictioneers career and probably my only attempt at sci-fi/fantasy.  I’ve tweaked my original story ever so slightly before offering it again for comments and criticism.  Nice to be back again. I’ve missed you.  I won’t be reading all the stories each week, but I’ll do my best to read as many as possible.

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Initiation

“Hurry!”  His voice grew more urgent.  “Much longer and it will begin to live again!”

I plunged the knife into the beautiful, silvery body and began to saw.  The hacking blade made a noise like a rusty zipper, juddering through the alligator-like skin.  A putrid stench filled my nostrils.  I reached into the body for the essence of the creature’s life.  Shuddering, I pulled it out and tossed it aside, where it caught on some desiccated grape vines, the quivering viscous globules looking like mutant grubs.

Keeping my tone even I asked, “Do I really have to eat it?”