“The most beautiful people I have known are those who have known trials, have known struggles, have known loss, and have found their way out of the depths.” Elizabeth Kubler-Ross
Taking His Lead Frogs are fun to watch, one particularly more so, disturbed by my digging, a burrowing frog, uncovered, sitting quiet, covered in crumbs of damp loam, looking at me as if to say, Why? I stood still, so glad I had not harmed him, waiting to see if he was alright and soon there was a slow, subtle movement, he began to disappear, scraping and pushing backwards into the soil, as if not moving at all, taking his leave to a safer, quieter place. Following his lead, I put down my spade and retreated to my reading space. Copyright 2022 ©Paul Vincent Cannon All Rights Reserved ®
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That’s called as ‘ L I F E.’!
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Very thoughtful Sharing!
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Many thanks – yes indeed.
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Thank you 🙂
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Lovely meeting of the minds, by chance. Your poem told the story well.
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Yes, I like that, meeting of minds 🙂
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Love this. I am sitting here contemplating the myriad of things this frog might have said, if he spoke. 😁
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How wonderful to take it and contemplate, yes, probably would have been confucian I’m sure, some riddle about being careful 🙂
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A wonderfully told story. Many thanks for sharing.
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My pleasure, and thank you 🙂
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Much welcome 🌼✅
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🙂
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I’m so glad you didn’t hurt him by accident, Paul!
❤
David
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Me too, I hate hurting anyone. Thank you so much David. 🙂
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Love it! Nature such a good guide. Thank you frog!
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Yes, thank you frog, just wonderful, thank you VJ
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Welcome. Good day to you Paul.
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Thanks VJ, how’re you doing?
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I’m okay, Paul. Will be glad to see Spring again. Thanks for asking.
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Yes, your long winters must be an endurance some years, spring is coming, we have autumn approaching, which is normally just summer with lots of leaves, lol.
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That sounds so good. In the past, we travelled south for the winters, but with Covid, it hasn’t been possible. Having my creative outlets sure helps.
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Hopefully your chance will return soon as the virus depletes.
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We talk about it…who knows.
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Seems you and the frog have an understanding.
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We do, I have forbidden anyone too dig in that part oof the garden, weeding is only by hand 🙂
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Lovely!
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Many thanks Rupali 🙂
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Reblogged this on The Reluctant Poet.
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Always a pleasure to read and share your posts with followers, Paul!! Have a great day!
😊👍✨✨🎉
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In the best tradition of the nineteenth-century nature poets–I love it! Those last three lines are just perfect.
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Thank you very much indeed Liz, wonderful to think of being held in that esteem.
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Brilliant ❤️
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Thank you so much Pihu 🙂
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Very nice
And, what a cutie in the photo
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Thank you so much Dawn.
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Many thanks
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Beautiful – I remember this
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Yes, what a lovely moment.
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