September 21, 2009

An Annual August Concert

Every year when August rolls in and the humidity is kickin' butt there is a very strange occurrence.  The sun sets and the trees begin to sing.  Like a symphony or choir.  Legend has it that it is a chorus of tree frogs.  I've been living here for 10 years and have had never seen one.  Until today.

I really didn't need to see another frog because I had just come running from my veggie garden.  Chased away by resident toads, frogs, whatever they are.  I don't stick around for long enough to look.  They hop - I run.  These damn critters have been hanging out in my garden for most of the summer.  I am living in a state of paranoia.  I thought I was "safe" on my deck.  Maybe I am meant to be gardening on a city rooftop.  If I ever stepped on one I think I would need to be institutionalized.  Seriously.

First I saw this....

This would be a tree frog's ass.
Very bold don't ya think!

He then got even bolder, almost challenging.


Dude!  Leave me alone!  This is MY deck!
You are on my brugmansia!

Crossing the escape bridge..


Leaping over to the rhody.


Off and running.



I would have preferred to believe in the "legend".  I really didn't need to see one.  I really need to rethink my outdoor life.

P.S.  After posting, I googled treefrogs and just in case you are interested, here is a link.  I don't care what their story is - they are grosse.
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2 comments:

mannequin said...

A state of paranoia. You're funny! He is NOT looking at you challengingly sweetie, it's all in your head. The little froggie wants to be friends.

This is frog propaganda and I'm not so sure that you're even being politically correct!

Maureen said...

Haha! I am paranoid.