August 30, 2004
The Great British Summer
Ah, that most traditional of things, the great British Bank Holiday weekend. Tradition dictates that I should either sit in a traffic jam en route to a coastal resort, hop on a plane to 'guaranteed sunshine', have a barbecue, or spend the three days gardening. As I don't own a car, have done the plane thing all too recently, and haven't any food in for a barbecue, I choose option four: three days of gardening.
Of course, this being England, what I really mean is I choose to spend 5 minutes in the garden then an hour waiting for the rain to stop before returning to my digging. Rinse and repeat all day long.
While I wait for the current inclemency to pass, here's pictures of what I just found in the garden. Seems like a family of frogs have taken up residency in the (soon to be gone) overgrown plant life that used to be a flower bed. Say hello to Kermit and Kermit Junior.
frogs...the sign of a healthy garden environment.
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