Last Sunday, on the walk aforementioned in the 'poop school' post we heard a glorious frog song. The cacophony was so raucous we decided to bust out of our normal route and investigate. The frogs were chirping so intensely I was almost wondering if it was even frogs at all. We found one frog pond, and when I walked up to see if I could actually see any frogs they all went silent. That was kind of weird. I did eventually see one tiny frog swimming away from me, but it always disconcerts me that I can hear this great frog noise but can never find a single frog. After the frogs around us went silent, we noticed that there was actually another location of frog serenades. We investigated further. The second frog pond we came upon was bigger and filled with trash. We didn't even have to walk very close before the frogs here all went silent as well. The debris was just heartbreaking, so Haven and I decided then and there that we would come back and clean up for the frogs. We get big winds around here, and I'm pretty sure people had just put their recycling out for pickup and a lot had gotten blown down into the pond. When we got home, we had no big garbage bags. Papa bought us some at the store the next day, but the sentiment got lost in our busy week until today. We got on our boots and gloves and set out with big black garbage bags in hand. Our bags were half full from cleaning along the road by the time we got to the frog pond. We were happy to see that someone had already come and cleaned up a good portion of the trash. We got the rest. The hard part was carrying it all back home. One big heavy bag of trash, one lighter but fuller bag of recycling and a baby on my back. Haven lugged the gas can. A few people offered to help me, but I had a long way to go. One guy thanked me for picking up trash. Haven sang about what fun she was having cleaning up this town. Good deed for the day: done! Cleaning up trash is hard work, but it makes you feel so good inside.
