My Bistro. Everyone knows I love it out on my bistro. My husband built it without blueprints; just an idea and I love it. I adore it. It is truly my oasis. I can't brag enough about it, nor can I spend enough time with my friends there. Some moments are insane, more are hilarious, a lot of them are deep and philosophical; even a few sad. I have confessed, laughed, cried and pondered out there. Thank you to one of my favorites; "Saucy Wenches Drink for FREE!!!" Hooray!
So I am having dinner with one of my girlfriends....I needed the boost. I just wanted to laugh and talk...exactly what the bistro is for. We are just soaking up the night and to be honest, I was taking the first relaxed sigh in a long while. A toad skips across the porch with that sandy little noise their bellies make as they "hop" and we remark about him. On he goes with his night as we with ours. Well.....paths always cross for a reason...
I digress only for a brief moment for I am certain you are curious about our toad. When I was young, my brother and I were allowed to watch one hour of tele on Sundays. Most of the time it was "Wild Wild Wild World of Animals" followed by Mutual of Omaha's Wild Kingdom OR I had to watch Cosmos (an INSTANT sleeper..."Let us contemplate the vastness OF? THE COOOOOOZZZZZMOOOOSSSSSSSS! and drool seeped from my lips and my throat was dry from instantly passing out onto the basil green carpet. My preference was the animal shows.
Our toad. Yes, here we are. My girlfriend and I yapping and sipping wine. Mr. Toad hops across the bistro and to the edge of the flowerbed. I hear rustling and look briefly to see him hopping like crazy but not going anywhere. Even I know when "you have the car in DRIVE, you still need to push the skinny pedal to make the vehicle move." So I focus a little harder and see the traffic issue. A snake has taken a hold of Mr. Toad's heiney and is trying to drag him to his doom nestled seductively in my "dwarf" sunflowers. WELL!!! I can have no part in THIS! So I stand up and say "Holy sh**! There's a snake eating our toad!" This brings my girlfriend to her feet and we approach the soon to be mausoleum of our friend. Let me tell you, he was scrambling! (And that's no small task for a toad) He was grabbing wildly at my mini carnations for leverage. Note to self: carnations are NOT stable plants. They can NOT bear weight.
Without thinking (perhaps with too much wine) I reach in...and yes begin a battle of the species for Mr. Toad. I am tugging on his face while "Ka" is yanking on his back end. Well, I weigh more than this snake (thanks to dessert and wine) so I became the gladiator, the champion....and the Asp was forced to shamefully chase roley-poly bugs, humming June bugs or those stupid moths that keep smashing into things when you turn on the lights.
Crisis averted, world saved, I chucked my pal into the grass (across the bistro) and we said our farewells. He wanted a kiss, but I was afraid of who might change form; he or I. I hadn't quite finished my dessert OR wine.
Just a quickie, but I'm glad you came by. Have a nice day.
