July 1, 2009
The key to hoppiness
![[IMAGE] Froggie front](/blog/blogpix/froggiefront.jpg)
![[IMAGE] Froggie side](/blog/blogpix/froggieside.jpg)
…about the musicHot music for a temporarily warm amphibian.
I realize the mug shots of Kermit here make him look like the frog that ate Cleveland. He is, however, just over an inch long.
He is also quite lucky: I narrowly avoided stepping on him and turning him into froggie puree as he sunbathed on my deck today. After the requisite photo shoot, I extended my seemingly gargantuan hand, into which he and his big smile readily hopped. We cooed at each other, (ok, I’m anthropomorphizing: I cooed at him, and he was probably thinking, “get me the heck outta here”), then I brought his slightly sticky, very green rubbery self over to a nice, bug-laden salal patch and placed him on a leaf the exact same hue. I hope I did not separate him from a large family that is now worrying about where Grampa Bubba went, getting ready to place his photo on the side of bait cartons around the county.
mark richard-fogg said,
July 2, 2009 @ 1:24 pm
nice music, maestra
nice froggy, too
it reminds me of a night in Palenque when about 100,000 frogs / toads / amphibians migrated through the camping site where my hamoca hung. no kidding 100,000, full moon. they sang all night.
Glenn Buttkus said,
July 14, 2009 @ 5:36 am
Maestra is a beautiful term, I like it on you. Hot Mud @ 1:50 really jazzed up my morning, but once again it disrupted the natural order of things here along American Lake. I heard strange soft plunkings out of my window. Drawing the blind I witnessed a 3 minute rain of frogs, like that scene in MAGNOLIA. Nobody else seemed to notice. What does that say about me, or your music?
Glenn