I looked up what type of frog he is, never having seen one of them before. I learned it’s a Cope’s gray tree frog, and not endangered in New York. Resembling tree bark, they actually freeze in the winter time thanks to a chemical in their bloodstream, and thaw out again come spring.
It was quite a surprise to think anything would want to live in such a place. But the frog doesn’t know it’s a hose, or that he may be uncovered at any moment. To him, it is a cool, damp place to hide from the heat of the day and await the arrival of all the bugs drawn to my back porch light at evening time.
I am very careful with my hose now when watering the grass seed, gently uncoiling and recoiling it, not knowing exactly where the frog might be found. I look forward to finding him though, not very well camouflaged, but still trying to hide in plain sight.
I've never really liked labels: I am this, I am that... But in the interest of introducing myself to the world, I can say that I am many things: nurse, writer, photographer, poet, painter, gardener, friend, armchair philosopher, counselor, nature lover, real-estate aficionado, movie buff, sometime yogi, and aspiring world-traveler. I think that's a pretty good list... for now. I want to become a bigger part of the vital, creative force I feel deeply at work in the world and connect with other people who want to do the same.