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.
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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