So there I was. On my knees and unaware. I was rolling up the open-weave fabric which originally had been used to bind up the Scuppernongs we’d ordered and received in the early spring.
I was elated to ge able to cannibalize the potting soil beneath the fabric and use it for potting up the geraniums that I have kept over winter to hang in baskets at the picnic shelter. So, I was daydreaming. Curling up the edges of the fabric, a hand on either side…rolling each side to the center to lift it from the pussy willow starts that have rooted beneath it…. contemplating where I should plant those pussy willows now that they have sturdy roots on them. I wasn’t thinking about much else. I certainly wasn’t thinking about toads. The birds were twittering in the background; the cows across the road were making a racket; and I was slowly and carefully furling the sides of the fabric….when all at once it got strangely heavy; I bent down to investigate and this is what I found! TOAD! AGAIN!
I must say Toad is becoming quite the star around here. He shows up at the most surprising times. I am always startled and at first screech, “TOAD!” followed by “Oh, Toad! Sorry! Didn’t mean to disturb you!”
He’s (or she’s) extraordinarily patient and tolerant. Don’t forget, I’ve even stepped on him so far this spring. As I said, though, we are so pleased to have Toad here on the porch and around, getting earwigs and such. (plenty of those this year with all the rain!) But I know Toad believes I have a funny way of showing affection!
Here’s another shot of Toad on the opposite side of the house…taken a week or so earlier. To be sure, he is showing up in all sorts of places, but I will draw the line if Toad decides to take advantage of the late evening's open door to the back porche and come inside!