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We used to own a home where we’d find them in the lawn. They are THE MOST teeny tiny adorable little guys. I was always afraid I’d step on them.


This last week, I went to a noon Mass at a nearby Church fairly near a pretty pond, and there they were, peeping away, when I got out of the car. The sweet Spring singing is a sound I’m afraid my grandchildren might never hear, so as they get a little older, I’ll be trying to introduce them to these meaningless, immensely important experiences so they’ll know some of the things that shaped Gaga/Grandma’s life in her simpler growing up world.