Who jumps first?

Just recently when my Hero has gone into the garden store for something, he’s surprised a small frog who appears to have taken up residence there.  Though I’m as jumpy as they are when close to such things, I was interested to see it and assess the size of the challenge.

Through a window, maybe

But by the time I’ve gone for my camera, peered down into that bit of the garden (which is sheltered but always damp, so probably a perfect habitat for our little friend) to try to see him, he’s always disappeared.

This morning, collecting one or two stray bits and pieces which were littering the garden, providing playthings for the five little foxes who come to chase about the place each evening, I trod very carefully down the steps to that area.  I don’t know who needed the surprise least – I had a preference for it not being me.

There, sitting quietly on the step was a small, pale coloured frog.  I stopped, turned around and went inside for my camera but by the time I returned, he’d gone.

Or had he?

I took the photograph above “just in case” and looked a little more closely at the “leaf” on the edge of the pot.

 

Hello!

I won’t trouble him if he agrees not to trouble me.  I like what he does in the garden and am happy to entertain him for as many meals as he and his family can eat.

But can we agree boundaries please?

Well-travelled socks

Socks #25 are done and finished.  They’ve been hanging around the house since we returned home and I knew that it’d only take a couple of hours to finish them off, but somehow, it took more than a week to get round to it.  They are knitted in a Swiss Froehlich sock yarn which provides pretty good camouflage on a Cotswold stone wall.

They are a conventional pattern, developed over quite some time to fit my Hero’s feet perfectly.  They also bear no close inspection – or maybe they would make a great resource for WI Craft Judge training – because there are dropped stitches (and compensations), yarn inconsistencies and some other weird features that I didn’t spot until too late.

No, I don’t intend to point them out, because they’re only cosmetic and my Hero doesn’t care about such things one jot.

It looked like I was about to run out of yarn though, so I chose a contrast yarn for the toes.  It might prove a talking point when he takes his shoes off!

Whilst out in the garden, I couldn’t resist taking photographs of one or two favourites

and the pesky wild strawberries, which are taking over the kitchen border.

In other news around here, someone is enjoying his birthday present very much indeed.

Life is good.

Go for the easy win first

Further to this morning’s post, somewhere in the midden were two folded pieces of paper with treasure inside.  Always an advocate of getting the easy win before tackling the main challenge, I carefully unfolded the first, unlabelled one.

See, there was no need to label it as it’s clear where it came from.

I carefully poured the contents of the folded paper into a small container and wrote the location on it.

I did the same with the other one.  Remember this?

Two more for the collection, then.

Meanwhile, someone was opening the box and getting to grips with his birthday present.

Green

Today’s post is brought to you by the colour green.

I know, we needed the rain.

I think (hope) our water stocks are replenished and will last through the summer.

The rain didn’t spoil our plans thankfully, because neither of us were planning outdoor activity and could appreciate the wet outlook from the comfort of an open window.

The results are greener than ever.

What a special place this is.  A few rainy days are welcome.

Even if our pond is a bit green too.  We’ve never seen quite so many newts in it!

Whilst we are away

The fun continues at home.

The bears who get left behind have the time of their lives too.

Fun with friends, eh?