I came home the other day to find this handsome guy meditating on my stoop. He stayed all day, so perfectly still that I worried he may have chosen the spot as his final resting place. Then, just before dusk, he disappeared. I hope he’ll come back someday.
Your blog makes me happy. Thank you. I just moved from Manhattan to Maine, have started to plant things for the first time. What joy!
We too love frogs. The folks across from us have frogs in their ponds and they make great music. We have transported several to the stream & (concrete lined) pond in our backyard but they don’t do very well there. Too much loving from our girls and it is very cold spring fed water so not sure it’s really their thing. So, I just have to sit on the front deck to hear them and I feel sooo fortunate that we can do that.