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There's a small, artificial pond not far from my house. It was a gift from one of the one of the owner's sons many years ago, surrounded by soft stones and placed next to a swinging bench along a line of trees. It's not the best kept, in part because all the sons have moved out and their parents are older, now, but for all the broken pumps and algae it has accrued, it's still one of my favorite sights to see during my walks.
Lately, I always make a point to pause and count the frogs.
The pond, as I said, is a little rough. Dirt, leaves, and plant scum have all settled in over the years, and while that keeps it from being any kind of crystal clear water feature, that detritus has turned out to be a huge boon for the wildlife.
And especially the frogs.
At my highest count, there were twelve, but given how dark the water is, I can't help but wonder if there are more. They have bright green heads and dark brown bodies, and in size and shape look just like those plastic toy versions of them you can sometimes pick up at the store. I don't know why, but they make me smile just to see them, all collected on the black fabric edges of this little pool, making deep croaks larger than you would ever expect from such a little throat.
It's now officially September, and while it's still warm more often than not, the season's due for turning. I don't know their species, if they'll die or burrow beneath the dirt, sleeping away the winter as water freezes and the world turns chill.
I do know I'll miss them, when they do.
Lately, I always make a point to pause and count the frogs.
The pond, as I said, is a little rough. Dirt, leaves, and plant scum have all settled in over the years, and while that keeps it from being any kind of crystal clear water feature, that detritus has turned out to be a huge boon for the wildlife.
And especially the frogs.
At my highest count, there were twelve, but given how dark the water is, I can't help but wonder if there are more. They have bright green heads and dark brown bodies, and in size and shape look just like those plastic toy versions of them you can sometimes pick up at the store. I don't know why, but they make me smile just to see them, all collected on the black fabric edges of this little pool, making deep croaks larger than you would ever expect from such a little throat.
It's now officially September, and while it's still warm more often than not, the season's due for turning. I don't know their species, if they'll die or burrow beneath the dirt, sleeping away the winter as water freezes and the world turns chill.
I do know I'll miss them, when they do.