I leave work around 7.30pm each evening and I have to keep my eyes skinned for frogs on the road. The longer days and the wet weather are bringing them all out of hibernation and they travel to their breeding grounds at dawn and dusk. They’re totally harmless little fellas, indeed they gobble a vast number of irritating flies, and I hate to cross them or any other creature if it can be avoided. I noticed that there’s been a marvellous crop of both snowdrops and cyclamen this year; two cheerful little flowers that I’m very fond of. I almost feel sorry for them being in bloom in the bitterly cold, wet weather but it doesn’t seem to bother them in the slightest. I had been looking for larch trees to plant them under for more than a year when Libby spotted them in Alcorn’s last autumn. Needless to say, the news zoomed in one ear and out the other without encountering any obstacles. Something jogged the memory blanks a fortnight ago and I rang Alcorn’s straight away to be told that they had six remaining. There were five big ones in Alcorn’s Garden Centre and one that was behind the door when height was being given out, so they threw him in as a luck penny when I bought his big brothers over the phone.
