hop...hop...hop

A sure sign of spring....the first toad sighting!

He was hop, hop, hopping in the dim light of dusk. I nearly stepped on it. Fortunately, I spotted him and couldn't resist picking up his little warty self and placing him out of my walking path.

This reminds me of the time when the brothers and I were very little, before school aged, and we collected all the tiny little frogs we could find and tried to sell them out of our little rusty red wagon for ten cents each. I think we sold two. It wasn't very long before the neighborhood children figured out they could just go catch their own.