Summer days are long and sunny.<\/p>\n
We children were outside–playing, laughing, running.<\/p>\n
Till afternoon clouds burst with warm, pelting rain.<\/p>\n
We sprinted for cover on the back porch swing.<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
“Run inside. Grab\u00a0 your raincoats, Grandma said with an elbow nudge.\u00a0“Go splash and play,”<\/p>\n
Then she turned back to the hot steam of the stove and canner.<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
Outside we skipped and hopped.<\/p>\n
If it weren’t for the frog we found at the edge of the tomato patch we may have never stopped.<\/p>\n
Johnna scooped up the little creature and ran to the house.<\/p>\n
We all whooped and squealed with delight as we slid in the mud trying to keep up.<\/p>\n
We had to show Grandma. What a memorable sight.<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
Grandma was standing at the kitchen sink with water and tomatoes up to her elbows.<\/p>\n
For a second she grinned, then returned to the tomatoes–speculating<\/p>\n
the source of little chunks missing from some of\u00a0the prizes she had grown.<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
“Look what we found! May we keep it? It won’t make a mess.”<\/p>\n
“Take it outside quick! I think it has been peculating my tomatoes. Just look at these holes!!!”<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
We took it outside and watched it hop across the porch, then put it in a box, then went back out in the rain.<\/p>\n
We forgot all about the frog until we heard Grandma scream!!!<\/p>\n
She was holding a jar of tomatoes. In it was our frog.<\/p>\n
We never figured out the mystery of how it got there. Maybe it had something to do with the peculating of the tomatoes.<\/p>\n
KellyLynn<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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