In 1984 my darling mother Myra was suffering from the ovarian cancer that took her life. While I was visiting her in Tasmania I noticed a cheeky little frog on her bedside table. ‘He cheers me up’, she said. I could see why; he was adorable.
Froggy ended up coming home with me to Sydney, and ultimately to my garden at Blackheath, in the Blue Mountains. Sadly, he suffered a traumatic accident a few years back. One of his legs snapped off in a big ‘Bleakheath’ freeze. He coped quite well until he lost the other one in an undisclosed incident. Oh my word, Mum would have been appalled at his (and my) carelessness. It was Dr Des (aka Editor Des) to the rescue.
Unfortunately the re-attached leg did not heal successfully, despite Dr Des’ best efforts. Never mind, Froggy coped remarkably well.
While he still had one leg he had some interesting adventures with his friend Gnome. Eat your heart out Tom Sawyer!
Life became quieter after the failed re-attachment surgery, but the little fellow’s spirits remained high.
NOT A LEG TO STAND ON
He takes a great interest in gardening.
I think Froggy is proof that we can all triumph over adversity. Just because you are hopless it doesn’t mean your life is hopeless.