... the frogs congregate in the pond and croak their hearts out to attract the females.
As I prepare this house for sale I realize I need to celebrate the last things I will experience on this property.
Last night it was an owl call. I may hear it again, but if I don't it was the last one to be heard while laying in bed falling asleep.
Yesterday while I was pruning, I realized my stewardship of this land is coming to an end. It was the last time to prune the hibiscus, the hydrangeas, and the Joe Pye weed.
Here they are as they looked last year. Yesterday they were just sticks,
And as the frogs are croaking, its the last spring I will hear them do that from this pond.
Let me share with you the sound and sight.
Well, that didn't work so here's some photos instead.
And this little fellow decided the shortest way to where he was going was through the screen porch. I watched him try to get through the screen in vain. Later he appeared inside the screen so he must have found a way in at one of the bases of the beams. I had to shoo him out with a broom. He was headed away from the pond.
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