We spent Saturday and part of Sunday at my parent's acreage in Aldergrove. It was time to prepare the gardens for winter and bring in the final harvest.
Aidan took the job of digging up carrots, which were well embedded in the hard earth. He also helped a bit with the corn and squash.
On Sunday morning, Papa dug up a few potatoes and I broke off some broccoli. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw a little speck of green bounce along the dirt between the broccoli and the rhubarb. It was a tiny tree frog, only about 2 cm long. Aidan captured the frog and showed him to each of us.
Nana suggested that he place the frog under a big rhubarb leaf for protection. Aidan gingerly carried the frog along the edge of the garden and slipped on one of the wooden garden frames. Aidan was so intent on keeping that frog safe, that he suppressed his natural instinct to put out his hands to break his fall. Aidan landed on his side, elbows out, cushioning the frog from the fall.
So, disaster was averted and our sweet petit grenouille (little frog) was safely placed beneath a large rhubarb leaf.
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