Stared Down By A Frog
Six Word Photo Story Challenge: Freestyle
And spring is all a quiver?
I can tell we are moving out of the Winter months when I notice hazel catkins and snowdrops putting an appearance in the garden.
But the real harbinger of Spring for me is when I see the first frogs returning to my pond, usually around the 18th February. This year they were early, catching me out on Valentine’s Day.
Behind with my garden chores, I started removing the invasive buttercup that can take over and smother all the other oxygenating plants in my pond.
So there I was on the 14th, busily removing said buttercups, when up popped a lone frog from behind a small marsh marigold. Mr Frog gave me what can only be described as a Paddington Bear stare.
“And just what do you think you are doing to my home?”
Chastised, I backed off. Still, he didn’t budge, just stared at me. He won this Mexican stand-off. I put my tools away in the potting shed and called it a day. When I turned to look back at the pond, he’d gone.
It rained heavily overnight and that brought more frogs to the pond. In the morning I saw they had been busy. The first frog-spawn had arrived, three days earlier than normal.
