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ellenkushnerGuess how many frogs I saw today?
Three!
I am staying at an Undisclosed Location, housesitting for friends at an old farmhouse and trying to get the next draft of the "Katherine" novel (whose name [the novel, not the heroine] keeps changing - hope editor doesn't scream) done.
There is a small pond, and I am learning to see frogs in it. The largest frog (and the boldest - not all that large, though) is only green from its nose to about the middle of its back, and the other 2 are mostly brown. Do they green up as they get bigger?
I do like it here. I can imagine a life in the country - kind of a cross between Mary Lennox in The Secret Garden and Colette in Provence (or was it Burgundy?) in middle-age - implying, of course, access to things like good olive oil and friends who drop by for lunch a lot - so not too far out . . . Just far enough to have frogs, and nice smells like the thyme I've been crouching in, trying to give the frogs a sense of fellow-feeling.
I don't think I can feed them crumbs til they grow used to me and hop tame to my hand . . . that's a different story, isn't it?
Three!
I am staying at an Undisclosed Location, housesitting for friends at an old farmhouse and trying to get the next draft of the "Katherine" novel (whose name [the novel, not the heroine] keeps changing - hope editor doesn't scream) done.
There is a small pond, and I am learning to see frogs in it. The largest frog (and the boldest - not all that large, though) is only green from its nose to about the middle of its back, and the other 2 are mostly brown. Do they green up as they get bigger?
I do like it here. I can imagine a life in the country - kind of a cross between Mary Lennox in The Secret Garden and Colette in Provence (or was it Burgundy?) in middle-age - implying, of course, access to things like good olive oil and friends who drop by for lunch a lot - so not too far out . . . Just far enough to have frogs, and nice smells like the thyme I've been crouching in, trying to give the frogs a sense of fellow-feeling.
I don't think I can feed them crumbs til they grow used to me and hop tame to my hand . . . that's a different story, isn't it?