As you know from Tuesday’s post, I went looking for frogs, known as Spring Peepers, in a small wooded area on Grosse Ile. On multiple park websites I follow, many hikers, who had trekked through various woodland trails in the metro area, described hearing the Spring Peepers and I was bound and determined to find and photograph some for my blog. As you know from that post, they remained elusive … to my eyes anyway; I heard them just fine.
Just a handful of days later, I was walking through the neighborhood, while Council Point Park was on lockdown, and I was looking for the house with the metal container of dog treats. I found that house, along with a treasure trove of critters, beautiful tulips (no I did not tiptoe through them, though it was inviting to do so) and a touch of whimsy. Since the title of my blog includes the word “whimsy” I got busy taking photos of some of the items at this house, which is a corner lot. There is no grass on this property. The front yard is mostly ground cover of ivy and at the side of the home, it is a combination of small plants, rocks, ceramic critters and doodads, including whirligigs, mushrooms – where do I start? Where do I stop? I came home with many photos, but sorted them down so I don’t lose any of you readers one-third of the way through this post.
The frogs were plentiful – they were my favorites.
Just like my prior treks every Spring for sightings and photos of ducklings and cygnets, the Spring Peepers eluded me, but they are not the first amphibian to do so. Every Summer, in the still of the morn at Council Point Park, I hear the rhythmic belching of the resident bullfrog. I’ve yet to see Mr. Bullfrog (BTW only male bullfrogs croak), but sometimes I hear a faint splash in the water and wonder if I spooked that bullfrog or was it the carp playing tag or spawning? A few weeks ago, I was intent on taking a photo of cottonwood fuzzies on the Creek surface and I was surprised to hear a splash and caught the tail end of a frog jumping in the Creek headfirst … one must have two pair of eyes sometimes!
So, at this home, the frogs were plentiful. I liked the two I used in the header image. This is what the one praying frog looked like up close and then nestled near some tulips.
These lounging frogs caught my eye as well. There were additional frogs which I have not included in this post.
There were a few more critters peeping from the garden.
Here was a turtle and I told myself that at least I was seeing a ceramic turtle, though, given my druthers, I’d prefer seeing a row of real turtles basking in the sun on a log in the Ecorse Creek.
I had a similar thought when I saw the geese … the week before I had seen the geese and their goslings and I knew I would be missing them growing up … sigh. I decided there would be more geese and goslings at Council Point Park in the years to come, but for the present time, I had to be content with these geese, which evoked a few memories for me. I had a pair of very life-like, true-to-size Canada geese in my backyard for years. They looked so realistic, that when I staked them in the yard after buying them at a local nursery, my neighbor Jim hustled over to the fence and remarked: “Land sakes girl, I thought geese done landed in your yard and I had to have a look-see!” I wonder if geese flying overhead stopped to ponder whether a few of their brethren were grazing on the grass in my backyard? So, these geese brought back a few memories of Mickey and Minnie, as I called the pair. They were a bit of a pain as every time it rained, or you watered, you had to unscrew their heads and turn them upside down and empty the water out – water tended to seep through the open area in their head/neck region.
Time to tiptoe through the tulips – no wait … that would be trespassing!
The temptation sure was there to tiptoe through the tulips. It was tulip time … in the neighborhood anyway and I’d already seen an abundance of tulips, in an assortment of colors. We never had tulips at this house, though we had them in Canada, a mess of them. When we moved to the U.S., my father ordered some bulbs from Holland and planted them in the Fall. When he did yard clean-up the following Spring, he found many half-eaten tulip bulbs laying about the yard. Only one tulip bulb had not been unearthed by the squirrels and it was at the base of a long-gone birch tree. That tulip bloomed solo for years. Michigan’s longstanding annual Tulip Festival was cancelled this year due to COVID-19 which was a real shame. These bright-red tulips with a touch of filtered morning sun on them were beautiful.
Likewise, these tulips were pretty in pink hues …
… and beyond this pastel palette was an exquisite door and the garden continued. If a homeowner was outside, I would have asked to take a peek (yes, I am that bold) but it was early and I was the only one taking in all this exquisite beauty.
Here’s another view of the cross-street side yard ….not a single blade of grass to mow, but you’d better believe that these folks spend a lot of time maintaining the area anyway.
Even the sidewalks had a touch of whimsy. This was where the childrens’ hand prints were located that I featured in last week’s Wordless Wednesday post.
Summer is newly minted, but then it was still Spring, a sunny May morning when I took this stroll.