I found a dead frog on our driveway yesterday, seemingly dropped from heaven, a surprised look still frozen on his withered face. Poised to take a final leap that never came. I left him there, perhaps hoping that he could still win a princess’s life-affirming kiss. By late afternoon, he had disappeared.
So the strange days of May come to an end, the graduation, the extra paycheck, the endless lawn mowing.
Somewhere in towering weeds of my neglected garden, June’s handsome prince awaits.