made a pond. frogs showed up. we're friends now.

i see you, guy. you're slippery but you ain't slick.

they really do love it under the olive tree.

some cool lil friends

last harvest of this year. finally pulled up the taters. a well-spent election day.

trenches working as intended, no puddles in the garden, you love to see it folks. my impromptu bridges come in handy when i'm trying not to get my socks & sandals muddy. i originally made em so i could get to all sides of my tomatoes back when they were bushes instead of long sad sticks.

very full, it's been rainin an awful lot

my cayennes in the middle of some light bondage, and half an apple for my decomposer buddies underground

this big pot is where I put everything from my garden that the bugs got to first, everything's thriving from all the compost. gourds, tomatoes, corn, sunflowers, and looks like some clovers made their way in too.

corn got cut, we're exposed again

whirligiggin' around, big bug chillin'

camouflaged in a little sitting hole in the mud

amongst dew drops

i call this handsome feller Big Boi, he screams when he jumps, very funny

one large very creepy crawlie on a sunflower

lichens growing on the old bench by the pond

relaxing under the olive tree