She held it ever so gently as she brought it closer.
Lifting her hand very slowly, she showed us a Wood frog which she found under the shrubbery below the deck.
She touched him lightly and felt his smooth skin. He didn't mind.
She talked to him, with her sweet soothing voice, to let him know he was safe with her.
Even when he started to jump, she stayed calm. A bit surprised, but still calm.
She even let her little brother have a peek and put the frog safely in an empty flower pot.
It was a joyous experience, as each experience with nature is.
As a child, one has that magical capacity to move among the many eras of the earth; to see the land as an animal does; to experience the sky from the perspective of a flower or a bee; to feel the earth quiver and breathe beneath us; to know a hundred different smells of mud and listen unself- consciously to the soughing of the trees.