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It is well into the dry season (I will explain about that one time) now, as it officially started 1 May; and ponds are drying up by the day as strong south-easterly winds whip across the land.
Most frogs adopt a type of tropical hibernation at this time of the year. The Monsoon Frog, however, has obviously been able to find somewhere to regularly stretch out those legs, because yes
terday he won his age category in the Pee Wees to the Club annual 2.2km open water swim.
It was a particularly blustery day and I know that he tends to like those conditions (most still water swimmers are not keen on choppy seas, but a few years of surf swimming in his “younger days”, combined with his high elbow style helps). He probably would not be too happy about me saying this, but I did notice that his chest puffed out a tad when he found out he was a winner. Action reminiscent of a wet season, melodious singing frog, but that is their throat rather than chest I suppose, isn’t it? Picturesque licence I suppose, but you get the picture.
No picture with the medal around his neck, but one at the finish of the race.
Well swum Monsoon Frog!
What is that old line about a picture being worth a thousand words? The noughties version has the extra addition of it still being worth the thousand words but needing a heck of a lot more memory.
So, it is Father’s Day in the USA today.
Here in Australia, we don’t celebrate Father’s Day until the first Sunday in September. Guess that gives the kids time to save up their hard earned pocket money (do any of them actually earn it these days or is it just a guilt gift from parents who are not “spending” time with them … hmmm...) and not have two heavy outlays in two months, after Mother’s Day in May. There is also time to get the creative juices working again to make that gift. And of course, we have that celebration of the Queen’s Birthday on the second Monday in June (that is the Queen at the Palace in London I am referring to, by the way!)
Anyway, back to the point of Father’s Day. I thought I might put forward a few frivolous thoughts on the subject for those Dads who didn’t get a big celebration today.
· No husband has ever been shot while doing the dishes.
· My idea of housework is to sweep the room with a glance.
· Before you criticize someone, walk a mile in his shoes; that way, if he’s angry, he’ll be a mile away and barefoot.
· Men are from earth. Women are from earth. Deal with it.
And then something which is a bit more thoughtful for Dads out there who are finding it a bit hard sometimes.
May each father see as his role, together with his wife, as being not only the first teacher of their children, but also the very best of teachers, bearing witness to the beliefs and faith by what they say and do.
May each father win the respect and affection of their children, by the caring love, wise direction and good example they lavish on their children.
In return, may children look trustingly to their fathers with respect and love.
I ask this blessing on all fathers, today and always. And all mothers also.
terday he won his age category in the Pee Wees to the Club annual 2.2km open water swim.
