Come Listen To The Frogs
Sent: Monday, May 22, 2000 12:51 AM
So, it's midnight here at the farm.
There's an amazing thing happening
-- the frogs are croakin' a chorus that could stir your soul.
It's a wet night in Snohomish. It's what I call "beach weather".
As a
little girl I spent many-a-weekend in Long Beach Washington -- beach
weather is that drizzly type of rain that softy soaks everything.
Well, it's most definitely "beach weather" tonight, yet warm enough to
have the slider door open a crack...
I've been pacing the floors with Preston (now just over six-months-old)
and the frogs all-but-rattle the windows with their chorus! It's all
*very* moving, gosh I wish I could share it with you! Heck! I
remember
living in the city... the sound of sirens and that nasty neighbor with
the strange hours -- well, this is *magical* in comparison.
I did wake up my good friend Trace (who may not feel the same after
being rudely awakened to listen to some goofy *frogs*), and she humored
me -- which was very kind. Anyway, I opted to compose a message instead
of going right down my phone list at this hour (yeah, you can thank me
later...)
<Preston just dozed off and I need to put him in his cradle>/
So, come visit and we can put you in the guest room with the window open
just a crack...
Ya' know? I'm not ready for sleep with so much to be thankful for --
like a wonderful husband, sweet, healthy babies and not-to-mention FROGS!
Life is good...