Of Frogs and Flowers

 Once upon a time, in a land far away, lived a little gray tree frog, named Herman, or Sherman, depending on who you talked to.

 

He liked to spend his days resting on the edge of his bucket.

Or, some days on the side of the citronella lamp.

He was very happy, until the Royal Princess Ogre came and started to poke him.

Now he hops to safety whenever anyone walks by.

The END

Can you tell we are having fun watching our little frog? I am pretty sure he was a stow-away on the flowers he likes to live in. Apparently grey tree frogs are not native in our part of the country, and it is rare to see them out of the trees. They are also similar to chameleons, in that they are able to change their color to match the surroundings, but do it at a much slower rate.

It would seem that of allllll the bulbs I planted 18 months ago, one has finally bloomed! Clearly it wasn't expected, and was a nice surprise!!

And, of course, then the bugs chewed the stem off.......

Now they are in the kitchen- where it is much easier to see them.