• By Janine Pineo •
May the 4th, what a very fine day.
I admit that when I toddled outside around 2 p.m. and the heat hit me, I felt like I was melting.
Immediately, I thought of just a couple of weeks ago and how I was bundled up like Nanook of the North and we still had heaps of snow, including actual falling snow.
I panted a bit and refused to say it was too warm.
According to my pictured screenshot, it was toastiest around 4 p.m. It may have been higher, but what do you think I do? Sit on my phone all day?
I waited to walk the dog until even later, about 6 p.m., and it had only dropped down to 74 degrees.
It was perfectly warm, perfectly humid, perfectly breezy. The peepers were peeping, green buds were showing and frog eggs were incubating.
Yes, down in the little spot I call Tadpole Gulch were two massive clumps of eggs. One set looked to have little white dots in the middle of each gelatinous bubble, while the other had black dots.
No idea what that indicates, except that I hope the vernal pool does not dry up or an animal discover the egg clusters and eat them for dinner. The world needs more tadpoles.
Because these temperatures likely mean bugs. I really do not want to think about that.
Grow, little frog eggs, grow!