Amorous frogs…
Wot yew lookin at?
It seems to be frog mating season in our pond; every time I wander down to the end of the garden I can hear a low melodic ribbiting and look over to the pond to see at least four sets of frogs, clinging to each other in an endless embrace in the sunshine.
If I walk too close and disturb them, they rush back into the depths, one still clutching onto the other’s back.
They stay like this for hours, clutching on to each other…
The frogspawn multiplies by the day. When I first noticed it, there was one little ball. The following day, two. Now, the surface of the pond is practically covered with it.
A winter of neglect while we were away has meant the fish have died one way or other (I suspect at the hands, or rather paws, of the neighbours’ cats, since there is no evidence of fish bodies anywhere), the plants that are still there look very sorry for themselves and the water has turned a murky brown from all the decomposing apples we didn’t fish out.
But the frogs seem to enjoy the lack of competition as I have never seen so many of them in there…
There’s something sweetly affectionate about the way the one on the right is touching the other one
Elsewhere in the garden, other wonderful signs of spring are everywhere. Nothing better than the fabulously blue sky…
The sproglet gets terribly excited by the sight of a plane flying overhead.
… the blossom on the tree next door…
A treeful of gorgeous white flowers
… and the acer buds starting to burst out against a backdrop of London rooftops.
Sigh. If only every day was like this…
Days like these warm the soul, don’t they?
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