Good morning!
It’s Thursday, and our tiny frog friend has abandoned the milkweed and taken up residence in the window through which the colossal Joe pye weed spies on us.
He’s not a toad, and yet one can’t help but wonder…
A tree-toad loved a she-toad
Who lived up in a tree.
He was a two-toed tree-toad,
But a three-toed toad was she.
The two-toed tree-toad t…