Not many people know that I may be snake handler, rhino tracker and pitbull owner, yet I am absolutely terrified of frogs. Happy to listen to them croaking by night or see them in a distant mountain pools, but if I encounter them close up panic sets in and I feel absolute fear that they will JUMP on me. Silliness I’m sure, as what harm exactly can a little frog do, except give me warts?
Anyway, that said, a walk in the Harold Porter Botanical Gardens had me admiring the flowering water lilies, with some frogs taking up residence on the big leaves. I braved getting as close as I could, and even found one little guy on the banks of the pond, green and camouflaged. I saw the beauty in him, and share it here.