Somewhere in the darkness lies a frog pond. In it a full choir of frogs sing. Their racket fills the damp night air and makes my heart sing too. A soft haze softens the moon’s edges and gives it an ethereal glow.
I’m walking down a country lane in the darkness. We just dropped off our friend, Eleanor, and now I have a few minutes to enjoy this moonlit night and the frogs (Pacific tree frogs) before Dale picks me up and we head home for supper.
What a beautiful painting. There is a place near our home that looks similar, and there are frogs too, but they are New England swamp frogs. My family always called them peepers because of the sound they make.
ReplyDeleteOne early spring night as I was driving along that road I thought my car engine was having trouble, but it wasn't the engine; it was the frogs.
Not only do you paint beautiful scenes with paint, you also paint beautiful scenes with your words.
ReplyDeleteAnd I did eat my heart out about your Lewis' woodpeckers, daffodils and all
Hi Elva, I absolutely love the Hazy Moon painting. Is it for sale?
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