Saturday 28th August From Frogs to Trampolines!
Saturday 28th August From Frogs to Trampolines!

Saturday 28th August From Frogs to Trampolines!

No news on book this week. Instead, I’ve been busy tidying up the garden, which is satisfying but a little like the Forth Bridge, in that it looks tidy for about five minutes. Real gardeners go out and do a bit everyday. Me, I wait until it really needs a short back and sides and an exhaustive couple of days of good hard labour. Still, while sweeping up leaves we did hear a plop and there was the most magnificent frog sitting in the now defunct tadpole nursery. (A plastic tray full of green water!) When we first dug a hole for the children’s trampoline … because aesthetics are really important and I couldn’t face one of those large net constructions dominating the garden … and dropping it into a hole would make it safer wouldn’t it! … only the first girl to use it promptly jumped off and hurt her ankle. Mike doesn’t normally swear but he might have let a few words go at that moment. Anyway, that very first year, with our 14ft circular trampoline, (because it was on offer, I know you’d said 12ft but it was a bargain), we noticed quite a lot of activity underneath – there were 72 frog couples having a fine time. Mike spent hours carefully lifting them out and directing them to the pond, then building a rather swanky set of stairs which we never ever saw a frog use. Sadly, over the years the frog population has dropped, and the February frenzy has become a few sad ripples. To begin with we thought it was because the newts were in the ascendancy, they eat frogspawn, but they’re not exactly flourishing either. Hence having a frog nursery. No garden is too small for a water feature, even if it is simply a plastic tray once used for lego.

The trampoline pit is now a very nice sunken seating area. The long and the short of it is that I am definitely a form over function girl, which started the long journey from putting the trampoline into a hole so it wouldn’t be so obtrusive to marvelling at a rather gorgeous frog. Just put this down to the ramblings of a nearly 60 year old!

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