gardening... or maybe not

[la_rainette]

It is spring. That happens, even here in Toronto. And the neighbours are giving me the evil eye because I am conspicuously Not Gardening.

Instead, I am having a bubble party with the tadpoles. Long, skinny, athletic froglet is jumping everywhere and killing as many bubbles as she can (she first endeavoured to pop them with her nose, but soon found out that the bubbles looked much better than they tasted). Tiny, stocky baby tadpole is doing her very best to catch one, just one, bubble. Any bubble.

And we're all having the time of our life. 

(And all the while the neighbours are sweating their butts off to get their backyards just perfect. And I could almost, almost understand their frustration at hearing others having fun while they're working. But I can't, you see. I can't. Because there is no prettier music than the laughter of children. They should be grateful to my lovely tadpoles for sharing their joy with them)

We have all summer in front of us, now. Bring out the slide! Fill the plastic swimming pool! Soon it will be naked tadpoles galore in my backyard. Tadpole paradise. I think it's a very good name for a backyard.

Comments

[australienne.livejournal.com]

Well, you could pretend you're here! Not gardening has become quite popular of late, because it doesn't use any water. It violates the water restrictions to use sprinklers and hoses, and we've all been encouraged to stop planting lawns and other water-guzzling plants.

Speaking of plastic swimming pools, I have a nasty suspicion they were also illegal last summer. As was (obviously) running around under the sprinklers. Not that I'd do that myself unless friends with children were coming around, but I missed knowing it was possible.

I can just imagine your tadpoles having fun - my younger sister loved (still does, actuallly) playing bubbles with the cat, and more recently, the dog. I was always reluctant to have them pop anywhere near my face, as it made my glasses rather hard to see through, but the concrete floor on the back verandah of our old house was covered with detergent stains in the shape of soap bubbles. You've almost got me wishing it wasn't almost winter here, even though that's my favourite season.

[la-rainette.livejournal.com]

Huh, guess no place is perfect. I'd love a place where no-one expects me to garden, but not if it means no tadpole pool. :(

I love winters too, but I'm not sure winter is my favorite season - but then we're probably not talking about the same winters. Piles of snow, snowball fights, making snowmen and igloos with the tadpoles, tobogganing in the parks, crisp and luminous days at -20 (centigrade, I don't speak Fahrenheit I'm afraid, but still pretty damn cold) - but also fighting the tadpoles every morning to get them to wear their snowsuits, shoveling piles of snow, getting stuck on the Evil Slippery Hill of Doom (on top of which froglet's school is located)... Lots of fun but oh boy, lots of work too.

I'm quite happy to be done with the snowsuits for this year, but I really wonder why, since it only means that sunscreen/mosquito repellant season is starting...