Whilst doing some essential pruning this morning, a young tree frog landed on my shoulder. He didn't stay long. Don't know who was the more surprised.....him or me.
I was lucky enough to find this older tree frog hiding in a rose whilst watering early one summer morning. Did I say hiding?
The pruning had become essential because 'himself' had been complaining that he could no longer navigate the path to the water tank in safety. The Carissa, with it's nasty thorns, kept attacking him he said. I could see his point.
The pruning had become essential because 'himself' had been complaining that he could no longer navigate the path to the water tank in safety. The Carissa, with it's nasty thorns, kept attacking him he said. I could see his point.
