{"id":39498,"date":"2017-08-06T01:04:03","date_gmt":"2017-08-06T05:04:03","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=39498"},"modified":"2017-08-06T08:48:35","modified_gmt":"2017-08-06T12:48:35","slug":"the-mystery-of-a-frog-in-my-jar","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2017\/08\/the-mystery-of-a-frog-in-my-jar\/","title":{"rendered":"The mystery of a frog in my jar"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>August monsoon rain.flooding my garden, that stormy evening and<\/p>\n<p>I heard a loud cry of frogs in a festive mood of lovemaking<\/p>\n<p>In a pool of water cascading towards \u00a0a small stream.<\/p>\n<p>My raincoats and boots are dripping, when I tried to check my garden flooded up to my waist<\/p>\n<p>Thinking my vegetable garden was badly damage from the flood.<\/p>\n<p>i hang my raincoat and left my wet boots outside<\/p>\n<p>And went back to my kitchen to get hot water from my teapot.<\/p>\n<p>The steam from the pot touched my elbow and\u00a0left a red mark.<\/p>\n<p>it warms my shivering body from cold after a cup of coffee.<\/p>\n<p>iI returned upstairs to get a warm blanket and noticed my children are intact in bed.<\/p>\n<p>I laid down to get some sleep but, it kept me awake all night,<\/p>\n<p>Worrying about the tomatoes I have in my garden and are ready for harvesting.<\/p>\n<p>At the break of dawn, I went out to check my garden and<\/p>\n<p>Lo and behold, some tomatoes survive the floods area, while the rest are left rotten.<\/p>\n<p>Picking ripe tomatoes are easy and it filled up my basket easily.<\/p>\n<p>I heard a slurpy munching sound from the back of a tree,<\/p>\n<p>A \u00a0squirrel peculate \u00a0and munching on my sweet tomatoes.<\/p>\n<p>After preparing a canner, a jar and a lid to preserve my tomatoes,<\/p>\n<p>I noticed a green speckled frog inside one of my jar,<\/p>\n<p>mysteriously jumped inside the basket full of red and green tomatoes.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>August monsoon rain.flooding my garden, that stormy evening and I heard a loud cry of frogs in a festive mood of lovemaking In a pool of water cascading towards \u00a0a small stream. My raincoats and boots are dripping, when I tried to check my garden&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":687,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[7,13,441],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-39498","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-marathon-poem","category-miscellaneous","category-poetry-prompt-responses"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/39498","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/687"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=39498"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/39498\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":43195,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/39498\/revisions\/43195"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=39498"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=39498"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=39498"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}