Tadpole

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The frogs have laid their spawn. Those little jelly blobs looking very good to eat, like caviar or canape, extravagant, a treat. They lie close by the waterfall damped by its spits and spots, those hundred little jelly blobs, those black eye'd jelly dots. The frogs had gone for years until the pond was built again. Now with filtered flowing waters mixing oxygen to rain , and weedy bits and pieces helping fish to hide from cats, and lillies in their basket with their shady floating caps. I sit here on this sunny day and listen to the tune that water's babble plays to cool a heated afternoon. Will those tadpole birthing blobs inside their dome cocoons coincide our breaking out from home's confining rooms? Please may that be, oh may that be, and may that be quite soon.

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Jan Allison

Date: 5/17/2020 1:34:00 PM

what a charming rhyme Bob i remember being so excited when the teacher brought frog spawn into the classroom and we observed the transformation from shiny blob to tadpole and then frogs:-) love the description of black eyed jelly dots!:-) hugs Jan xx

Bob Kimmerling
Date: 5/18/2020 4:12:00 AM

Thank you Jan. The pond in our small back garden has been a lockdown project and this is it's first spring having been restored. Sadly the spawn doesn't seem to have been fertilized,or at least we haven't seen any tadpoles. The frogs are here though, and so there will undoubtedly be tadpoles at some point. I write this reply in a bit if sun while sat by the pond which has a little stream trickling onto it, pretty much the only noise, along with birdsong, now that the Heathrow flight path over SW London has been so drastically reduced. It's a beautiful spot and we are so blessed, as I hope you are too.