all grown up

Imagine our excitement when, after the recent rain, we discovered a small frog on our lawn. Unlike most of the frogs we see (which are very fat and live in the hideyhole under the driveway, where they lurk in wait for the bugs that come to the light), this agile little fellow was black with a stipple pattern. He was also the very image of the tree frogs we released after they matured from the tadpoles we found in the canal and raised in our tank. It was great to see an old friend (especially one who had flourished through the difficulties of the summer).