Planting a new burst of petunias this week I unearthed many things along with the old dead ones – sticks, snail-shells, a bit of old greaseblob put out for the birds and understandably spat out… A huge grey and black stone buried under the surface… or was that a tatoe infiltrating the pot?
I gave it a tap with my trowel but the clunk was indistinct, so I maneouvred the trowel underneath to dig it out, and it set off of its own accord...
It sprang to the side of the pot then turned to see if I was still there – a splendid chunky garden frog. Very Like these garden frogs having a party in someone's pond:
Back to my frog in the plant pot - I suspect from my squelchy delvings that I’d been overwatering the petunias, and during the current drought a mini-swamp must have seemed rather appealing to a frog. This one stayed very still while I carefully picked him and his pot up, and carried him slowly across to the kitchen to see if we had any garlic.
Yes, of course I'm fibbing. (Although I confess to consuming frogs' legs when presented with them by someone for dinner).
Anyway, I was already in love with this specimen of amphibeanhood, so I repotted him in the shady leafy long-grassed rocky part that is much of our garden, then watered his new surroundings liberally. Frog Paradise!
In fact, I’m thinking of starting a Home – a sort of Saint Toadywinkles…
What d'you think?
There's just time ...
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