Spring is popping out all over here in central Mississippi. Temperatures are warm, and my cats love playing on the back porch. Yesterday morning, one of them found my little friend here and was playing with him. I had to rescue the poor frog and get him to safety. I’m glad he’s back. He was here last year, clinging to leaves, a post, and even one of the iron hooks holding my hanging baskets. His greenness and determination to live brightens my day and reminds me to hang in there with my writing and to keep trying to sell to NY. He’s a survivor–not only of many cat attacks, but also of the unusually cold winter. It gives me hope. I have to be persistent and keep on keeping on if I want to succeed. Does that make sense?