My Little Olympian Swimmer

Meet Miss Toadie. I don't actually know if it's Miss or Mr. and even if I peeked I couldn't tell I'm sure. I think. I haven't peeked.

She's so still and tired. I don't know how long she's been swimming, rather training here... (I can't understand why agents aren't beating down my door to represent me as a hand model)

This is the second day I have rescued her from the pool skimmer. The filter has been on and she's been sucked in the skimmer basket and paddled in the swiftly swirling waters for a long time by the tired I can't even leap out of your hand state of mind she's in.

She may be living in the zucchini which is right at the edge of the pool. Remember when I told you the zucchini was kaput, well, with lots of watering and a tacky looking beach umbrella by it, we've had a sort of resurrection. The umbrella is really aiding the tomatoes too and I picked 3 nice yellow squash this morning after the rescue.

I wedged a little clay pot under some asparagus fern and maybe Miss Toadie will call it home.

He looks really cute but don't count on him to be a life guard for you or a toadie. I had him sniff Miss Toadie and told him "nice toadie" thinking that might keep him from going after the little critter perchance he finds it on the patio. He didn't seem the slightest interested in toads but that could be due to his just chasing a cat out of the pompous grass and straight up the block fence. That was one quick and agile cat.

Now if you really want to see some absolutely gorgeous gardens, visit my other blog Butte-iful Sisters and then click on the Sunday post link. Wow.