filed under: I Am Servant on September 24, 2015

Life has been busy on the homestead. With my husband out of town (going on week two) and having four kids in school and one sweet precocious toddler forever under my wings, I am not often wanting for things to do.

Curious Frog

The garden is forever looming in my eyesight. We have canned over 100 jars of tomatoes and tomato sauce already and still have a garden full of beautiful red, orange, and yellow tomatoes.

I love it. And hate it. But mostly love it. Love the flavor (they taste amazing this year!) and love the convenience and love all of the ways that we have incorporated them into every meal. I love that it’s time my husband and I spend together and that we have some of our best conversations over boiling water and steaming hot jars.


But with tomatoes comes fruit flies. (Especially when I have baskets and baskets of tomatoes that I can’t get to or figure out what to do with so they just sit.)

So I set them outside on the deck.

Curious Frog

Which brought me to this guy.

At first when I saw him he didn’t do anything to command much attention, as we literally have hundreds of frogs around our property.

But when I stopped and really looked at him I couldn’t help but notice what he was doing.

He seemed to be looking at himself.

His eyes seemed to be fixed right on his reflection.

Curious Frog

There, in all his reflective glory on the side of my stainless steel strainer carrying plump yellow cherry tomatoes, he stared.

It felt uncomfortable to watch at first.

But as I moved closer and studied the curious little creature, discomfort changed into intense curiosity. I looked closer… could have sworn he was smiling.

Just gazing at himself with calm joy. Happiness even.

Curious Frog

For a moment (ok, it was longer than a moment but I am embarrassed to admit to even that) I was jealous of a frog.

A tiny little toad willing to just stop everything that compels him and just be.

I can’t remember the last time I stopped everything I was doing and just was. I don’t think I have ever sat in front of a mirror and felt joy. Peace. Happiness. Anything positive.

Standing on my deck on a humid Minnesota night, in the middle of trying to take care of tomatoes and kids’ homework and blog posts and laundry and getting dinner ready… I just stopped.

And watched.

And realized that with everything I am, I just wanted to be more like that little frog.

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  • kristin says:

    I was smiling reading this, and then I got sad. Sad, when you talked about the mirror. You know, it is rare any of us as moms stop. Sometimes while getting ready or washing my face in the evening I catch myself in the mirror. Catch my eyes. Have you ever stopped and looked into your eyes? It’s kind of weird and intense but eyes always give a person away. I bet if you looked in the mirror and looked into your eyes you would see much, much more positive. 🙂 As for the frog, I wish I could have seen this. I love it when life’s little things stop me. And the canning–WOWZER MAMA!

  • Laura says:

    Awww…good for that little guy:) I could sit and watch tree toads all the live long day – they’re so amazing!


    • Amanda says:

      I can never tell the difference between the frogs, toads, and tree frogs! 🙂

  • Lindy @TheKozyNook says:

    I recently spotted a tiny frog in my strawberry patch. Like you, my curiosity caused me to stop and wonder what it was doing among my strawberry plants. I planted the plants in a horse trough that we have and it is at least 3 feet off the ground. After taking an image of it, I just gazed into its eyes. It was amazing to me that it wasn’t in the least bit afraid. Enjoy your time with your precious children. The memories you share together are what will sustain you when they grow into adulthood and leave home.

  • Meg says:

    You are so beautiful. Loved this post. And you. I struggle constantly with finding peace with myself for what I am, what I am not, what I look like, and what I am capable of. It’s a wretched thing, hormones… I always appreciate your candidness and how you openly accept and exude grace from your corner of the interwebs. I really could use more of you in real life too!! Just saying…

    • Amanda says:

      You really bless me with your kindness. I sorta kinda totally think you are awesome and when you say such nice things it makes me feel all warm and fuzzy!!! 🙂 We need a girls weekend like ASAP.

  • Amy @Very Culinary says:

    Omg, I thought that was a ceramic statue you bought until I kept reading and realized he’s real – and cute! I want to be him, too. I’m not good at relaxing :/

  • gigi says:

    What a beautiful photograph and beautiful post!

    • Amanda says:

      Thank you! <3

  • Mary Beth says:

    Amanda – this was such a beautiful post! I wish I knew you in person to be able to tell you how special you are… I love reading your blog for everything that you share, not just the delicious recipes. All the hard work will pay off when you see your kids grow into respectful adults. 🙂

  • Pat says:

    So. Well. Said.

  • Pam, in NC says:

    it’s amazing, all those quirky little places, that we can learn little lessons in life….

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