This large wooden bucket up back is filled with flowers reaching for the fingers of the sun this morning. Back on Stevens Avenue, I found a smaller version of one of these down in the dump, along side the Armory. When I went pollywog hunting in the cemetery ponds, it was a great receptacle for the young amphibians I caught. Later, after accumulating hundreds swimming about, I transferred them to a 5 gallon glass jug so I could watch them intently. Scrutinizing them, daily, and watching them grow their little legs and arms as they approached 'frogdom', was quite cool. When the jug started turning a slimy, ugly yellow-green and began to stink something awful, I knew the fun was over for another spring, and lugged the jug to the swamp down back and dumped the contents.
Free again! Free again!
add to your charms...polywoggologist.
ReplyDeleteThat's a good looking bucket. How can it be that I have never seen a real wooden bucket?
ReplyDeleteI was a mother already when I first watched the metamorphosis of tadpoles. You're right, it's so cool. Then my daughter moved to the silk worm raising stage.
Birdman,
ReplyDeleteYes, I witnessed that! Stevens Aveune was the last of the great old days before life started to get complicated.
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Nice warm shot.
ReplyDeleteGlad you've got sun again.
ReplyDeleteI love your memories here. Ah, pollywogging!!
ReplyDeleteanother great memory. :)
ReplyDeleteI remember having done the same thing here in France! I had forgotten that, until I read this post.. Thank you to remind me that fun times!
ReplyDeleteI did the same thing - it was magic!
ReplyDeleteRoll out the barrel, we'll have a barrel of fun...or frogs!
ReplyDeleteAw, rats. For a minute I thought it was a whiskey barrel. You had some great advantages. We didn't have anything to hunt but pigeons.
ReplyDeleteWe still do this here at the farmette.
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