This little tree frog hangs around my potted flowers. Each morning I look for her till I find her, sometimes right out in the open soaking up the solar rays, or hiding under a leaf. I raised well over 100 tree frogs last summer and this maybe one of them. I am so proud!
I had to look a couple of times to see her - she's very well hidden! We had a drought last year and our tree frogs didn't come back - nothing this year so far, either :(
I will tell you what I will do and what I will not do. I will not serve that in which I no longer believe, whether it call itself my home, my fatherland, or my church: and I will try to express myself in some mode of life or art as freely as I can and as wholly as I can, using for my defence the only arms I allow myself to use - silence, exile, and cunning.
James Joyce's A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man
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I had to look a couple of times to see her - she's very well hidden! We had a drought last year and our tree frogs didn't come back - nothing this year so far, either :(
What a little cutie she is. I love listening to them in spring. It's one of the best sounds of the season.
Whoops that was me, logged in as roger. Sorry about that!
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