Garden Toad
01 Apr 2010 Leave a Comment
The warm sun on my back , the rhythm of the wind tousling my hair, the scent of fresh turned earth, and the sound of bird song danced upon the air.
Today I decided to get my flower beds ready to plant. I spent the day merrily clearing away the old growth, the dead leaves then turning the soil. Just as I was getting into the bed along the side of our walk I was given quite a shock. Turning the earth I came upon what I took to be a rock, until I hit it a second time and raked it up more. To my surprise and horror I had unearthed a slumbering toad. Quickly picking him up and checking him over I found, to my great relief, that I had not punctured him with my claw tool as I had thought. Looking around for any more, I decided I best move my new friend down to a section I had already worked. Proceeding slowly and more gently from then on, lest I run across one of his little friends. After a few hours he moved himself into some sun, then decided to find a new spot to wiggle down into for the evening. It was quite an exciting start to my gardening season.
