On my evening walk about the garden I spied this little guy.
On the hydrangea tree.
He is about as big as my thumb nail.
This one visited the garden in another year.
Some kind of tree frog. Sure not afraid of people. I’ve also found them on the clematis vines.
I would have liked to have seen him make his way up the hydrangea tree. How does he do it?
Anyway, he was easy to miss. We have to be on the look out for God’s little surprises.