Oasis

I bet you think the mud puddle you see below is just, well, a mud puddle. Nope. It's a tiny oasis in a hot-hot summer for two--rat-a-tat-tat (think drumroll, please)--FROGS! Click on the picture to enlarge, see if you can find them.

When Amy Thomas fills her 34-year-old quarter horse Skip's trough, a leaky hose drips water in deep tractor tire ruts outside the barn. During the spring when we had lots of rain, the ruts stayed full of water. Two frogs moved in, and they peeked at Amy when she did her chores. But the drought came, the oasis dried up except for the small drips, and one day Amy saw just one frog. Distressed, she started watering the ruts in order to keep her one remaining frog happy, and she asked Kevin not to drive the tractor through this oasis without first checking to see if Frog was there.

Now Kevin will have to contend with Frog and Frogette, maybe even tadpoles. If that happens, the family will need a larger oasis. Amy has a huge kind heart. I can picture her standing in the broiling sun with a shovel and pick as she enlarges the present oasis to a small pond. I get tired just thinking about it.