The best thing about pulling weeds is the way you get to be up close and personal with your garden. On your knees at the feet of your plants, you notice things you wouldn’t notice from higher up.
Like this little guy, who was not much bigger than the end of my ring finger. To give you an idea of scale: that’s a MINT leaf he’s sitting on. Wee little froggie.
I’d kiss him, but I’m afraid he’d turn in to a prince. And he’s perfect just the way he is.