On our way home from the retreat last Sunday, Sandy and i stopped in at the Calendar Garden to check up on the spring flowers and frogs.
The Spring sector was in full bloom, with candy tuft in pink and white, iris, and drifts of pinks about to open. And some petite pale purple poppies, with stamen looking like miniscule polliwogs.
And then there were the real polliwogs. A lovely word for tadpole, in case you don't recognize it. I just discovered that it comes from Middle English for poll = head, plus wiglen = wiggle. And that's exactly what they do -- those little whiptails wiggle them through the water, though you can't see them in action in this photo of tadpoles and lilly pads.
There were several bullfrogs sunning themselves in the pond. At one point I thought I heard a dog barking in the distance, and then realized it was the frogs, sounding like they had laryngitis.
One apparently decided to incorporate the spring flower theme into his personal attire.
My approach to contemplative photography --
Tell about it."
Mary Oliver in "Sometimes"