My New Friend...

...the Common Frog (and not in fact a toad as I told my dad on the phone)

By 3pm after a long day studying I was starting to get cabin fever. I knew I had a long meeting to sit through this evening so I decided to escape in to the sunshine and visit my garden. I began by pulling out grass that was growing at the start of the border, as I wasn't sure what the owner wanted me to try and save by way of plants. She popped out later and confirmed that the whole lot could go and be planted with new things.

I found this little guy amongst one of the plants. At the time I thought he was a toad as I'd never seen frogs that big. I hope he'll find somewhere nice and safe to shelter whilst I dig up the beds. I'll maybe leave him a little pile of sticks and leaves to shelter under.

After hacking it all to about waist height it was starting to look good so I got out the fork to see if I could start to dig some stuff out. It was a lot easier than I imagined as the soil is really good. By really good I mean it's somewhere between loam and peat. Really soft and moist and full of organic goodness. It was so soft that with a bit of fork wiggling and then a bit of Kat wiggling, I was quite easily able to start lifting some of the plants.

I was sad to drag myself away to the meeting but it will still be there another day.