I have been hopping around the acreage of late with the lyrics of Carole King in my head. A gentle movement in the flower beds, across the grass, and even at the back door and I hear strains of “I feel the earth move under my feet”. Toads and frogs and their ilk are in abundance this year, unexpectedly leaping out of my hand when gathering a pile of leaves, scooting under the hostas as I look out the living room window, and slipping in amongst the rocks bordering the plantings.
This fellow was especially cute late Sunday afternoon.
He even posed for Tom to take this picture.
If a frog kisses a rock, will it turn into a fairy princess?
I wonder if we still have a copy of Frog and Toad are Friends around here.
I love these pictures. It always fascinates me seeing how creatures camouflage themselves so perfectly. They look like living stone frogs!
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It is fascinating, Juliet. Here, he is blending in with the stone. Elsewhere, I almost missed him as he looked like a clod of dirt. Nature is pretty amazing, isn’t it?
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Lovely bloke! Nature always has another surprise for us, doesn’t it?
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At every corner and footfall, Kate.
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Great pictures. They are both very cute animals. I absolutely love the Frog and Toad books. They have such an adorable friendship and are cleverly written. I read some to Keziah awhile back and enjoyed it a lot. Have you ever read Upstairs Mouse, Downstairs Mole? Similar type of story. Anyways, we have a copy of both here, if you want to come and read them . . .
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Same frog; Dad took one and I the other. What a pair we are! Me too, Katy. Keziah is going to love these books and I will be glad to come up and read them aloud. I don’t remember Upstairs Mouse, Downstairs Mole, but, maybe you can read them to me when I come. tee hee
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What great toad photos! It is so cute, but I wouldn’t want it jumping out of my hands or crossing my path unexpectedly!
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Finally got home, ate, and can check my comments, Janet. Long day, but nice to both see you for a few minutes and hear from you here, too. They are cute and, I must say, do jump out unexpectedly. I think I’m used to them.
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They are such wonderful creatures aren’t they?
I had one in my garden two years ago when we had a pond…I think it is time to provide a home again and see if they come back 🙂
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Indeed, they are.
I’m sure if you gave them a home, they would hop right on over. Let us know what happens.
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He’s cute! We have some hopping around by us to. I tried petting one, but…
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I’ll bet you do with that pond, Jennifer.
ha! We were just talking about you petting a frog and I may just have to write about it. Beware of toads on the garden steps.
Maybe you can read Frog and Toad are Friends to a certain lovely little niece when you are up north.
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Nature never stops giving. . . . loved this post Penny! If only we would all stop to appreciate what is just waiting for us to see!
Mary Anne ox
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So well put, Mary Anne. Thank you. I know. We all have busy lives and such, but, oh, those moments of the small things give us a boost, don’t they?
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Hi, I believe I have a copy of the book somewhere around here. I love your friend and his cool looking rock. I was listening to a big bull frog around here early this morning. He was singing his heart out.
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Isn’t he quite the fetching frog, or is it tempting toad? I’m never sure. I haven’t heard any bull frogs yet, but, if you have one serenading down there, I’m sure one will follow suit up here.
Hope you two are feeling better.
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Yours is a toad. they are bumpy. I learned a lot of random things all of those years in third grade.
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Thank you for the “bumpy” clarification, Janet. I love random acts of knowledge. tee hee
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