” Very soon after, there are Frogs everywhere. Big ones, patterned ones, tiny ones, all popping their heads out of the water whilst the Newts do little back- flips up and down and in and out of the muddy water”
I have help in the garden today; an old fashioned Devonian gardener who has offered a days labour in exchange for lunch. He hacks down huge and high overgrown hedges as if cutting Chives for a salad and then turns and breaks up all the heavy soil in the Meadow Garden as if sifting flour for a sponge cake! I trundle up and down the field with my favourite wheelbarrow; happy to see such heavy work being done with such ease, I kick over the mole hills with my wellington boots and watch a charm of Goldfinches flitter and dazzle amongst the buds of the Cherry tree.
With so much work getting done in one day, I wonder, could we take a look at the pond? Neglected and overgrown, choked with grass and garden weeds, I could not imagine that anything would survive there. I had seen Frogspawn in the past, but then I had seen it all die. With hands as big as spades, the gardener scoops out grass turf, soil and stones from the pond and within moments has a Newt in his hand. Very soon after, there are Frogs, everywhere. Big ones, patterned ones, tiny ones, all popping their heads out of the water whilst the Newts do little back- flips up and down and in and out of the muddy water. And I sit in the sunshine, my heart bursting with happiness at the discovery of this whole new water world in my garden. I feel so grateful that these special creatures all came to my pond!
I drift off to sleep at the end of a perfect day, enchanted by the sudden increase in my wildlife family and full of wonder at the nocturnal adventures of these magical, mysterious, transformational creatures as they slip out of my pond into a dark, damp night to explore.