Has it come to an end so soon? We spent our last day of summer vacation catching frogs. Catching lots and lots of frogs, and only touching a small fraction of the thousands that reside at a lake in the mountains we call "Frog Lake." (Locals, it is not the real Frog Lake, though).
It's a summer ritual to visit this little lake and watch the water dappled with tadpoles. This visit caught them in mid-turn----many of the frogs still had tails and many of the tadpoles were lounging outside of the water. It was a bit improbable.
So thick are the frogs and toads here that one can actually hear them move in unison like a wave through the grass and the tadpoles render the shoreline an inky black.
It was chilly today and the frogs were clumped together into little wriggling mountains, probably for warmth.
My kids laughed and screamed and tiptoed and chased and named more frogs than I can count.
Our ride home was a little subdued and we're now spending a quiet evening tonight readying ourselves for our new routines, as school begins tomorrow. I start another new job this week and my children will have their own new responsibilities, too. It's all a bit of nail-biting nervousness.