tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4194446880617210138.post4625939746745021009..comments2023-05-28T09:36:20.007-05:00Comments on Butterflies and Mud Pies: The Frog WhispererMollyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02567086352830349621noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4194446880617210138.post-33365408822829312682008-07-03T10:05:00.000-05:002008-07-03T10:05:00.000-05:00What a sweet entry on the life of Logan at age "6"...What a sweet entry on the life of Logan at age "6"! She's entirely captivated by God's creatures big, small, tiny, leggy and slippery. She's in such a wonderful place - finding everything so very interesting and so very new and she's able to gently care for what, "some Grammies," might run from. <BR/><BR/>I can envision her feminine little self, in a cute little dress, curls blowing in the breeze, placing frogs in a bucket as she tells them everything will be okay. There is no hesitation. Just like you at that age, sort of a tom boy but all feminine at the same time. The mental picture takes me to a different place ... (thanks for the rewind back in time).<BR/><BR/>In what you might consider the "olden days," I had quite the adventuresome spirit unlike my "hands off" attitude today. I dug for worms with my girl friends and I carefully placed them in old coffee cans. Some worms were long and some were not. Some worms were skinny and some were not and we gleefully commented on the physical state of each one captured. We never went fishing and ended up placing the worms back into their earth home to be dug up again another day. <BR/><BR/>I picked up caterpillars and pet their fuzzy, fury little bodies as I watched them move up my arm or leg (I didn't care), I rejoiced if I found a cacoon and would study it for hours. I would wonder in amazement how ants built those little hill huts for themselves as I squatted close to get a better look. <BR/><BR/>I slept in blanket tents that were hung over cloths lines and although I thought about it, I never feared what "night bug" might crawl in to spend time with me and my girlfriends, Marilyn and Marie. We were the 3 M Club and had no fear (or we were having too much fun to take much notice. Childhood is great that way...). That faze of my life did not last long but for others the "nature magic" lasts a lifetime. <BR/><BR/>Now the thought of touching a worm makes me feel all, "yucky". I just couldn't put one on the end of a hook. I don't really know how I came to find bugs and the like, so unappealing but I did. I'm tell you this, in case you ever wonder...<BR/><BR/>I wouldn't worry about Logan being scared of spiders though. I still am - but I am quite capable (eyes half closed) of ending their intrusion into my space when necessary. Don't know where that courage comes from but growing up puts most of that kind of "stuff" in perspective.<BR/><BR/>I still like lady and lightening bugs and butterflies (who doesn't) and I don't step on ants, if I can help it.<BR/><BR/>Yea for the "frog whisperer" who goes by the name of Logan. May she always feel "nature's magic" (just like her mom) and may her squeals be those of pure joy (rather then being spooked by those tiny critters - like her Grammy).maryhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13832857353416556345noreply@blogger.com