Saturday, 3 August 2013

In the bottom of the garden

The garden is filled with ponds.
Ponds of all shapes and sizes, lily ponds, bog gardens, filled with edibles, tadpoles, mosquito larvae (in a bad year).
They're frequented by the butcher birds, thirsty cats, the wattle birds, Igliot...

But last weekend I saw my favourite of frequenters.
He wasn't there for long; too nervous of the frenzied activity around, but there, relaxing in the middle of a pale blue ceramic pond, looking for all intents and purposes like a crocodile was the most beautiful of garden frogs.

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