What a wonderful bird the frog are.......

What a wonderful bird the frog are--
When he sit, he stand almost.
When he hop, he fly almost.
He ain't got no sense hardly.
He ain't got no tail hardly either.
When he sit, he sit on what he ain't got--almost.

Anonymous

I used to read this to my sons. It's from the Rattle Bag edited by Ted Hughes and Seamus Heaney. Some bed time story reading can really put you asleep, but I never tired of reading this one! 

By the way the above Common Frog is living in a small pot hole in my back yard!

Perhaps the truth depends on a walk around a lake

 

Some mysterious things go on in the world. Many that most of us don't expect, support or buy into. While we all have to mull over and face up to our fair share, it is often hard to find solutions to the myriad of problems that absorb us. Foxglove Lane is an oasis from that place ; no politics, no economics no pessimism, no solutions are on offer.

Wallace Stevens said "Perhaps the truth depends on a walk around a lake." Some days that's about the size of it and meeting a small frog along the way can really help.......

Some extremely green neighbours looking for a port in a storm.......

We are experiencing the tail end of three Atlantic storms at the moment with a lot of high winds and rain. This is always a good time to come across the smaller green neighbours in the undergrowth. Some are greener than others and are hard to miss, like this caterpillar screaming out it's edible juiciness to passing blackbirds and thrushes!

This frog which I assume to be female, is having a good look in at the cabbage plants safely caged off from the rabbits. Spooky little hands.......