Frog Applause by Teresa Burritt for May 12, 2021

“Think of it as Louisiana without the alligators, a southern swamp in a northernmost range.

That’s how residents of this area near the tip of Southern Illinois (about two hours southwest of Evansville) describe the Cache River State Natural Area with its wetlands, ancient cypress trees and a yellow songbird known as a prothonotary warbler."

http://sibiketrails.blogspot.com/2010/04/

Whenever I feel yellow, I warble a cypress song so no one will suspect I’m an ancient tree.

This strikes me as the Jello salad of Frog Applause’s.

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I need to find a certified Prothonotary Public so I can get these documents signed and submitted.

…now, that’s what I call art…

…Daisy Daisy give me your answer do…

…better novel…

…The Sun Also Raises…

…or The Great Gatsby?…

…great art today…

…I wonder how they I n the near future will romanticize 2020?…

…why, I take off my mask for you Daisy…

…no, Duke, it’s too dangerous…

…don’t worry…

…I’ve got sanitizer…

…oh, Duke, you do love me…

…darn tooting, Daisy…

The word prothonotary is recorded in English since 1447, as “principal clerk of a court,” from L.L. prothonotarius (c. 400), from Greek protonotarios “first scribe,” originally the chief of the college of recorders of the court of the Byzantine Empire, from Greek πρῶτος protos “first” + Latin notarius (“notary”); the h appeared in Medieval Latin. The title was awarded to certain high-ranking notaries.

Why is this the name attached to a warbler? Confusing.

I like all the colors, Teresa.

Try connecting the Dots or cypress trees and you will fill the song books up for prothonotary songs to fill the air.

Deep in south, in the twisting, swampy rivers, stand ancient cypress trees, lining the boarders, and hosting woodpeckers and prothonotary warblers, in their trunks. When night falls in the spooky and erie water, the branches bend low to discourage anyone passing by in their boats…for there is a swamp monster lurking in the shadows, waiting to scoop up anyone who dares to enter his zone…..

These and many more stories can be found in our library at the Froglandia Bathmat Factory…currently we have a huge sale on mysteries and wonders of the South!

Looks like Teresa’s channeling her inner Jackson Pollock. I’m not a graphic artist, but I do that all the time when I paint. It’s not on purpose.

Great art, great commentary … y’all on far today …!

Whoa! A De Soto!

Teresa missed calling as a ransom note artist ;+)

When the judge heard that he had a case of the prothonotary warbler, he expulsed the quidnunc stenographer.

Very artistic — reminds me of the work of Mark Bradford

Backward R

Vintage Car

TERESA? Star

and the rest is just a bunch of shapes, letters, colors and other random nonsense.

A+

Despite a lot of background noise and interference, today’s message spoke with sufficient banality! Gotta love them oldie cypresses and yellow birdies! —In fact, makes me think of Swamp Thing….

Swampie bonus: https://tinyurl.com/yeyx7y5g

…I am thankful for the hundred million billion pixels that this glowing tablet in my hand radiates…

…because the flapper in the colour seems to follow me wherever I roam…

…there is a comfort in being followed …

…when you don’t actually have any true human intercourse…

…politeness becomes a means to the end for true social distancing…

…kept at arms length…

…emotionally speaking…

…the more they get to know me the less they seem to like me…

…and even a fool seems wise if they keep their mouth shut…

…it’s like The Wall without the burdensome lyrics…

…or the Nestlé without out the Quick…

…“Cold-hearted orb that rules the night…

…Removes the colours from our sight…

…Red is grey and yellow, white…

…But we decide which is right…

…And which is an illusion”…

Don’t lay out your eggs and forget the yellow bellied sap sucker… The mighty Oak Trees that built the S.S. MINNOW’S’main mask. A Moscow mule and ginger beer?

I don’t know what I mean. You said an eye full…

Polly want a cracker..NO Polly Wog want a frog…

I think the letter “O” is Teresa’s favorite letter, though she’ll try to tell you otherwise.