Was out in the yard and garden tending to the birds (filling their feeders), flowers and veggies (giving them water and a dose of fertilizer) and talking to myself (out loud – don’t tell anyone) and occasionally singing a few snatches of some song. While on the front walk at my concrete planters, talking to those flowers that are doing well and scolding the blue ones that are not looking so good, I heard a frog croak in response from the pond.
Yes, Phinneas wanted to chat a bit and thought that perhaps I should stop talking to inanimate objects. So, I took myself to the rock wall on the back side of the pond about 3 feet from where Phinneas sat hidden in the reeds. How did I know it was Phinneas? Well, I hate to admit it, but, I recognized his deep, manly (frogly?) voice. And the fact that he actively exchanged words with me in our conversation. I would speak and he loudly croaked in his Leopard Frog dialect. Then I’d speak, and he’d have more to say. And he had a lot to say. Our back-and-forth conversation actually lasted about 10 minutes. Then, it got too hot where I was sitting and Phinneas had told me all that had been going on pond side, so I went in.
Can’t believe that I actually was called to the pond for a visit by a frog.
Summer by the pond — precious time!
