I was ripping out gi-normous weeds from our garden today. What the heck? We still havent had a stretch of decent weather, good plants are barely stirring, and yet the weeds are apparently on steroids and moving upwards. Have you ever noticed you can ruthlessly hack and mangle a weed, toss it aside on rocks to die, and come back in a few days to see the roots starting to take hold again? Its kinda creepy actually. On the other hand if you pamper and feed and water and put satin pillows in your garden beds for the plants you want to thrive, they keel over when a bit of dandelion fluff hits them. The fluffhit me in the tuber eyeI cant go on Noooo! I thrust my mud caked glove to the sky as the $30 peony gasps its last breath.
So anyway I was in the middle of a two-handed full body contortion pull when the thistle root gave way and I fell flat on my buns and roses. As I lay there deciding what new prick had entered my life (the rose bush is fine in case you were wondering), a bit of movement caught my eye. From the weedy depths of my garden hopped a plump little toad. I couldnt tell if he was miffed at me for disturbing his peace, or if he was laughing at my situation. Either way his presence delighted me. Toads are incredibly helpful little creatures and ask for nothing in return, except maybe some space to do their bug-eating thing. Seeing my little garden ally- it was the best part of my day.