Life. Survival is unstoppable, rebellion, defiance.
Universal Love. er, Ock.tober
|blue morning glory|
|giant blue phlox|
|aperture acting up...|
|frogette and two carrion beatles|
Discovered it while cleaning up around the yard. Had been blessed with an unusually rainy summer, a gift to have running water all through June - September. So much rain caused the yard to grow like crazy - a jungle of tall white asters all season, and the jug had nestled hidden.
Knew immediately just where to release the tiny buoyant critter. Where to let her go. Cradled the watering jug carefully walking her down to a pot hole near the brook. As she was gently freed into the clear water, it was apparent that she had not developed normally, her legs atrophied. She floated to the surface, breathing, taking in her new surroundings. A beautiful, clear mini-pond in the woods. Stayed, savoring sending her love and cooing to her. She swam under and surfaced by the edge, little sweet head popping up by some maple leaves.
|C 'er sweet little head, face bobbing up under the upper left floating leaf...|
Joy. She would be okay, way out here in the boonies.
Since, she gets visits from us, a handful of little Mexican/German hounds and Cally kitty, just about daily. Speak love and well-wishing into the pool. There she jumps, into the water swimmingly from the side. She is alive and well! Joy fills green hearts...