The Frog Prince?

Back breaking stuff this weekend. Removing all the overgrown shrubs and trees from a garden that had gotten waaaaaay out of control. So i'm sitting here feeling pretty satisfied with all the labouring that's been done- but also achey all over. From my feet, legs, back to my shoulders, arms, wrists, hands and neck.

Anyway, I saw at least 5 frogs on various occasions this weekend and tried catching them- but all the effort proved to be in vain. Those sneaky critters can jump you know!

However- my daddy (genius that he is) managed to nab one before we left- so here are some pictures with my handsome Frog Prince.

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So uhm yes, here i am sporting an outrageously fashionable, shockingly orange jacket. An absolute feast for the eyes, i know. But drag your gaze away for just a moment- can you see my frog? I know it looks as if I'm about to eat him in the first one (he wasn't that close to my face, I don't think...). I look supremely happy in these photos- i was so excited about the frog. I have this thing about frogs. So this was like someone had just told me Batman really does exist! Plus I've decided to name him Trevor- I set him free again mere moments after these pictures were taken. We were both on tight schedules. 

You know, I did contemplate kissing him to see whether a Prince might come out of it all. But after a sharp- "Put that frog down and wash your hands! You don't know where it's been!" from one of my parentals, all visions of Happily Ever After hopped away- as he leaped from my hand to rejoin nature. 

So long...