We hadn’t seen our frog friend, Phileas, in a few days and Don was sure he was gone. But on Memorial Day, he appeared. As we sang to him, he swam toward us, hopped up on the ground, and looked up at us. He actually came to us. It was amazing. And he stayed there the whole time we sang. I could have reached out and touched him but I didn’t. It seemed too intrusive.
Later, I walked down there to check on him and he was sunning himself on top of the culvert pipe.
Yesterday, I saw him on top of the pipe again.
He’s a friendly frog. I looked him up – he’s a Green Frog. That’s the name of this particular frog. Even my phone camera identified him as a Green Frog.
I spent part of that day pulling weeds and pruning here and there. I noticed this morning that the wild roses are just beginning to bloom, and that means the catalpa won’t be far behind.
We mowed the front lawn yesterday. Then we had lunch and promptly fell asleep for a half hour or so. We’re due for some rain tonight and tomorrow, so we’ll hold off on any more mowing for a few days.
Pru on Memorial Day.
Gosh darn it, she’s adorable.
I’ve moved the modern dollhouse into the bedroom. It’s once again sitting on top of the bookcase. I thought Don wouldn’t want a dollhouse in that room, but much to my surprise, he was all for it. He likes the clean lines of that house. It almost looks like a piece of art. I’m glad it’s there, because it was taking up too much space in the studio, space I need to work on the Beacon Hill and the doll I’m going to paint.
Today, we go grocery shopping. Boring, but very necessary!
Stay safe.
Happy Wednesday.