I've never been one to really collect things. My mother had the requisite Hummel collection. I went through a Pittsburgh Steelers phase where I acquired a jacket, pajamas, robe, mittens and perhaps a waste basket, but I don't quite call that a collection.
Other people, however, are collectors. Frogs seem to be popular. Or owls. Or my sister collects cows, which makes sense considering that she's a world-renowned expert on bovine mastitis.
I know.
Right now I'm fascinated with making glass frogs. Red-eyed tree frogs. The elusive "Raku" frog (as seen above in its natural habitat).
Or preppy frogs.
Martin has already left the nest. He's basking in the warmth of Texas while I'm still freezing in Northern Michigan.
Something is seriously wrong here.
