Frogs

I am sitting at the table in the kitchen and I can hear the frogs singing. It makes me sad.....

When I was pregnant with my daughter I had major issues and needed to be on bedrest. I could shuffle my big ol self out to the couch, or bed...that was it. I had nothing out the window to look at except the neighbors house. One day my husband comes home and pulls me outside to the front yard and plops my big ol butt in a lawn chair. He grabs his shovel and pix ax and begins to dig a hole in our yard (not the best thing to do when your wife is pregnant and flipping out) He put in this beautiful pond. Planted 24 flowers around it, fountain, lights the whole bit. As he helped me back inside he said....."I wanted to give you something pretty to look at" The frogs down here of course love it this time of year and every night we are blessed with the beautiful song of the frogs. Late at night we sit on the porch, listen to the frogs, watch the fountain, and share our last few moments together each day.....

I hear the frogs out there tonight....and I am both sad and angry....I haven't been out there to sit since Thursday of last week......

I am going to bed....yet again feeling hurt, angry and confused. Tomorrow it is back to school and hopefully lunch with AG.....He has promised to teach me how to shoot a gun. It has been a very long time and I want to learn again. This upcoming weekend Pagan Picnic....I was really looking forward to it but now I may not even bother............


Good night all...pleasant dreams