Safe in the Jaws of the Beast...

Ok, so you remember that walk we took a week back?

The beautiful spring-day walk in the woods?  Yep, that one...

And our hearts were smiling, and the breeze was light, and it was so very springy and pretty...

And I took lots of pictures, and only shared a few, cuz overload and all that.  Well, there were a few pictures I didn't share, because, well, they weren't very springy and pretty.

But, then everything changes.  And now I have to share.  So beware...not springy and pretty coming up...

 

Yes, it is indeed a skull...

 

 

Just laying out on the path, wicked fangs interrupting the peaceful calm of our spring walk.  Farmer husband informed me that they are tusks from a wild hog... But fangs, tusks, it was all a little unsettling

 

So, of course, we picked up the gruesome skeleton and brought it back home.  You expected that, yes?

 

It's kind of like "show-and-tell" at Memaw and Pepaw's... Because grandkids love gory stuff...

 

And I tried to ignore the gory skull... But then it ended up on the patio table so we could see it better and I refused to eat there, ever and again, amen...

 

Fast forward to today and this adorable little tree frog...

 

 

 

 

All safe and snug in the Jaws of the Beast...

And getting a little sun to boot.

 

 

How can that not make you happy?

Sweet little tree frog, nestled all content

in the last place on earth I would ever want to be...
Perhaps there is good even in the gory?

 

(The patio table is still dead to me...just saying)

 

And because this could be a traumatizing post for the squeamish among us,

I feel obligated to end on a happier note...

 

 

Same walk, same day...

Frilly blooming Iris,

growing wild and free,

a thing of beauty.

 

May your day be so,

the unexpected beautiful right where you are.

 

Love Always,

              Jane