I've been taking a break from my children's book. I have good news though. After years of being friends with a girl from childhood, she has came back into my life again. Her poetry is beautiful. And, I am so proud of her for having them published. It would be so special to have her write poems for my paintings. This is a possible outcome. It would also be a very special bonding experience.
Our childhood took place in our old neighborhood. She lived at the top of our road. We ran around our yards, caught fireflies, swam in my grandmother's pool, and caught frogs. There were plenty of croaking green, slimy, tree frogs and sometimes toads.
The highlight of our week was seeing tiny frog eggs hatch into tadpoles. It was so amazing to watch little lives transition into something bigger. After a week or so when the tadpoles developed eggs, we counted how many survived. We knew when their legs grew, it was time to look in the tree's for frogs.
At night we would grab flashlights and shine them under tree limbs, up in the branches, and near the water. Once we saw the flash in their big golden eyes, they would JUMP! We both laughed, and hopped in excitement as if we were frog's ourselves. Frogs have a big significance in our childhood and it would be nice to share that with children who are growing up like we did.
