The other day I posted a photo of a frog in the Oregano. He (let’s just call him he) has stuck round; I probably first saw him a week or more before I took that picture.
I like to go out and say hello (granted, he does not appear to enjoy these conversations as much as I do) but I don’t try to touch or otherwise bother him. I like to think he’s grown used to me. We’ve each given the other a start a few times when one or the other of us was taken by surprise. Once I saw him leap up onto an Oregano stalk and appear to stand on his hind legs against it. It looked odd but I figured he knew what he was doing. Surprisingly, the Oregano did not keel over from his weight.
For want of sun, Oregano is one of the few herbs I can grow here successfully and that’s mainly before the trees leaf out. I HAD planned minimally to cut down half the Oregano to dry it while it still looks good (it will soon turn gangly and grow ever-tinier leaves). I’d further thought to dig out half of it to free up space to plant other herbs so that they might also wither and do poorly. These plans are shelved for now. I want the frog to stay as long as he cares to and if I go in there messing around too much, let alone committing what could only seem like a calamitous act of deforestation from his point of view, he’d probably move along.