Bijou found her. My head was tangled in thoughts of dinner plans and mouldy blinds to clean as my hands pegged out the little man's nappies. Eager calls beckoned me from my deliberations to come and see her and there resting on the seat of a chair almost snuggled into its cushion she lay. A frog.
Only days earlier I bustled about opening the unlabeled boxes that cluttered this space. Roller blades, monopoly and the attachments from the vacuum cleaner were unearthed and baby clothes were sorted into sizes and squirelled away for perhaps another day. Slowly with the wiping clean of dust and grime I carved out a small space in the garage for creating. A little nook in this "too small" house just perfect for settling in.
A celadon green laminex table eagerly waiting to be strewn with fabric and scissors, paper and glue. Tucked under it a sturdy chair topped with an eclectic and inviting cushion. A real haven for creating so I thought. Apparently so did she.
For the first few days equal parts of wonder and bother led me to check on the whereabouts of our Stony Creek frog companion. Nobody can deny the allure of the world's flora and fauna in all its diversity and we all, in some way, admire the beauty. But when these organisms tread just that bit too close, or their day to day ways become just that bit too noisy, smelly or intrusive in our humanistic endeavours we are quick to turn a blind eye to the splendour and move them on. I am ashamed to admit that very thought crossed my mind in the beginning.
But now each morning I check to see if she has returned from her nocturnal foraging and smile when I spy her smooth skin nestled against that cushion. With her familiar comings and goings and quiet, simple existence she has given the ultimate lesson in slowing down. Yes, she has taken my chair and for a time has rendered my creative space stagnent. But of all the streets, all the homes, all the chairs this wandering lady has chosen this one. Such a privilege to have her stay awhile. I will be sad when she goes.