Miracles in the garden

A couple of days ago I heard the most remarkable visitor in our garden. A frog. At first I felt disoriented. This is a sound I hear when camping or near a lake. Not in our city garden/yard. I stopped still in my tracks, listening intently...no mistaking the soft croaking of a frog. When I got into the flower bed to look, the croaking stopped. When I backed off, it resumed. We can hear him from our 2nd story bedroom window...a sweet country sound in the city. He resides here now.

I never fail to marvel at the miracles in our garden. A safe haven for all living things. Free of chemicals and full of good things to eat, whether you're a person or a frog or a bee.