Great photo and poem, Bridget! And the title of your post is funny. In my head, I played around with moving "parking lot" to the first or second line of the haiku. It seems like it works anywhere!
Thanks, Tabatha! I toyed with a different version: in the parking lot a puddle churns with life after the monsoon If only I had another poet such as yourself to bounce ideas off of. Thanks for always being encouraging. =)
This is great, Bridget! So I have to ask, do they manage to get themselves to another water source somehow or do they just dry up on the pavement? Seems rather unlucky to be born in a puddle. Miraculous, but unlucky.
Some do, Michelle. We've had a pretty active monsoon season so that puddle has been full (and well stocked) for weeks. I think some of these guys reach maturity and hop right out of the puddle. And others get parked on...ugh. =)
Oh my. I'm wondering, where have they been till now? Your photo reminds me of once, a long time ago, opening my rice container to find it hopping with bugs.
For real?!?! WOW! I'd like to see that! How did the eggs get there? How long did they wait? Not a blacktop parking lot, surely? So many questions! So amazing!!
Oh, Violet, rice with a side of bugs! Wow! My guess is that mama frog/toad laid her eggs when it was wet and hoped for the best. (hopped, too, probably). =)
It is a dirt parking lot next to a trail. the puddle is under a pretty big mesquite tree so it stayed at least moist between storms - obviously wet enough to sustain these tiny lives. Nature = amazing. =)
That hosting slot just didn't work for me--this is my first clear moment (that I wasn't too exhausted to think) this week! My apologies for the late comment.
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Great photo and poem, Bridget! And the title of your post is funny. In my head, I played around with moving "parking lot" to the first or second line of the haiku. It seems like it works anywhere!
Oh my, it's hard to believe that it happens. I wrote about rain, too, but no tadpoles here. Love each part, Bridget.
Really?! That's so cool!
Thanks, Tabatha! I toyed with a different version:
in the parking lot
a puddle churns with life
after the monsoon
If only I had another poet such as yourself to bounce ideas off of. Thanks for always being encouraging. =)
Thank you, Linda! Yes, I found these fellas in the parking lot by the path where I jog. =)
Yep, amazing what can happen when it rains in the desert. Thanks for stopping by, Liz! =)
Lovely, Bridget. Eggs are powerful, aren't they?
Indeed, Brenda. Just goes to show you the power of life despite the elements. =)
Wow, who woulda thunk it? Amazing the adaptations animals make for survival.
This is great, Bridget! So I have to ask, do they manage to get themselves to another water source somehow or do they just dry up on the pavement? Seems rather unlucky to be born in a puddle. Miraculous, but unlucky.
True that, Diane! It's all about adaptations...for us humans, too. =)
Some do, Michelle. We've had a pretty active monsoon season so that puddle has been full (and well stocked) for weeks. I think some of these guys reach maturity and hop right out of the puddle. And others get parked on...ugh. =)
Oh my. I'm wondering, where have they been till now? Your photo reminds me of once, a long time ago, opening my rice container to find it hopping with bugs.
For real?!?! WOW! I'd like to see that! How did the eggs get there? How long did they wait? Not a blacktop parking lot, surely? So many questions! So amazing!!
(I like parking lot as the first line.)
Very neat, Bridget! Kids will love this!
This is great. One of those effectively simple haiku pieces, with a lovely twist in the tail.
Oh, Violet, rice with a side of bugs! Wow! My guess is that mama frog/toad laid her eggs when it was wet and hoped for the best. (hopped, too, probably). =)
It is a dirt parking lot next to a trail. the puddle is under a pretty big mesquite tree so it stayed at least moist between storms - obviously wet enough to sustain these tiny lives. Nature = amazing. =)
Thank you! I appreciate your kind words! =)
Thanks, Kat! I like your description of "twist in the tail" - exactly what the tadpoles were doing in the puddle. =)
That hosting slot just didn't work for me--this is my first clear moment (that I wasn't too exhausted to think) this week! My apologies for the late comment.
I LOVE THIS. So unassuming yet so effective!
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