Steven and I had the afternoon to ourselves and went off on our bikes. We first headed to a little lake down the bike path to look for minnows, but only found beer bottles and cans. So, on the way back stopped by a large mud puddle where we found these metamorphing fellas ~ He took some home so he could get photos.

You can see in the one picture how sweaty Steven is (and yes, he still is saying "no way" to a barber visit...). It's so humid and rain clouds ominously float by as an impending presence suggesting it might assuage the sweltering with a downpour; an empty threat though, as it just tenders some pathetic spitting that makes the steam rise to garner more heavy perspiring.

A little later, we stashed the froggies and decided to finding a shady respite. We rode down the street and hopped off our bikes under the bridge near an old park and play ground. There is a tributary and a small woods, and we went under the street through the drain and found 3 hollering boys playing in a pond that forms there. We took them on an adventure down the stream, under the canopy to show them where it leads out to the bigger creek, and we swam in the water along the way. It's a little too swollen in the creek now for swimming, but in a few days I have a feeling I know where I will find those noisy boys. I showed them a tree, the old sycamore that fell during a storm. They can use it's massive root bottom for a jumping off place.

These are the dog days we're getting into ~ The place where Summer seems to want to burst out of itself and slowly ooze and then, hang lazily off the vines and branches for a few weeks. I'm going to wander out into it's moist coolness this early part of the day with a big, juicy peach for breakfast while sitting on the front step, dripping into the quiet morning.