I hiked the tadpole trail today. The stream was down, and I was happy to find my little friends warm and wiggly, bigger and stronger, and looking ever more like little frogs. And I got to thinking how nifty life as a frog would be.
Think about this: these little tadpoles live in the water; water is all of the world they know. Bit by bit, however, they’re going to frog out, and when they grow their legs and develop lungs, they’re going to hop on land and discover a whole new world to explore.
Makes me kind of envious, in a good way. *smile*.
Here is a good-sized tadpole clump, in all their wiggly glory.
Of course, if I were a tadpole-soon-to-be-frog, I wouldn’t be able to eat these wild blackberries, just starting to bud. They won’t be ready to eat until June or so, but oh, how I’m looking forward to tasting them again! To me, ripe wild blackberries are better than chocolate.
Frogs get to live on the mountain all the time, something I certainly wouldn’t complain about.
Maybe they even look up and see leaves unfurling at the tops of trees against the sky.
In the woods, bouquets of flowers are everywhere, just because.
What a beautiful world the little tadpoles have to look forward to. Indeed, it wouldn’t be a bad life at all to be a frog.