2 frogs in the pump house

 

5:30 am...... A august morning.... 1942.. I'm 5 years old..... the sun is about to rise over the cascades turning the sky a lighter shade of blue and taking away my stars......feels like it my be a hot day.....

 

I rub my eyes and sit up in bed....my window is open and its still  and quite in my world just the birds singing.....slide out of bed...slip on my blue jeans... the knees are wore through....not to worry mom promise me some new/second hand jeans if I did ...this that and the other ...we will see.......the  ww2 war is still raging over seas......and I know the new pants won't show up.

 

slip on my shoes... could use some shoes to...... step quietly down the stairs not to awake anyone asleep.......ease over to the back door and slip out to freedom...........no wind yet today .... will need to be in the shade soon 

 

should I get to work on my hut or check the pump house first. .....its right next to the back door .......reach over open the door ... bend down look inside and there they are ......... another....... "2 frogs in the pump house".................amazing .........every morning all summer there has been 2 frogs in the pump house.......close the door and head for my hut....I can play with the frogs later....... now hoping I can find more old rusty bent nails and I can build more of my hut....better get rolling mom will be calling me in the house soon for some more of that lumpy oatmeal no sugar no milk...but some really good  toasted home made bread .... then my chores will begin....ugene