Putting the place 'to rights' after a long Winter's nap takes quite an effort, and will be ongoing for several weekends to come.
I've still got lots of empty pots to fill, and birdhouses to tend......
We had a late hard frost last week, I'm keeping my fingers crossed they were not harmed.
And once again we are being serenaded by the amorous calls of Igor the frog.
Summoning any eligible female within earshot to venture his way.
Cold, wet leaves
Floating on moss-colored water
And the croaking of frogs-
Cracked bell-notes in the twilight.
~ The Pond, Amy Lowell