post-weekend post

Let me start things off by posting a picture of a very interesting fungus I found in the bush beside my house.  Here it is:

The thing is, I was actually on the lookout for a frog to photograph.  This summer was so damp that there was a virtual boon of frogs.  A bonanza of frogs.  A plenitude of....you get the picture. Anyway, there I was, sitting on the back porch with my feet up (only for a moment, you understand, really, I rarely get to sit down) and a glass of , um, apple juice ....

......trying to think of a way of making this post more interesting.  Oh, and the mary-jane shoes with the white socks?  I know.  Who would wear that.  Here's the thing:  it doesn't matter what get-up you wear out here.  Pretty much anything goes, and frankly, my toes were chilly.  So there. 

 I had some photos of a vintage candle-holder and a matching frog vase filled with mums (mums that I grew myself , no less).

And while pretty enough in a bland sort of way,  the photos lacked a certain zest.  

I thought if I might find a real live frog and perhaps set it down beside the frog vase, I might succeed in creating an unusual and interesting juxtaposition ( and also grossing out a whole bunch of people, since that is my kitchen table)....hey, it's tough being inventive and creative out here in the blogosphere O.K?

 My search for Mr.  Froggy, alas, was less than fruitful and the only remotely interesting thing I found was the aforementioned fungus.  You will be comforted to know that I will resume my search today, and we may  get our frog yet.  You're so excited you can't stand it.