“White bud! that in meek beauty so dost lean,
The cloistered cheek as pale as moonlight snow,
Thou seemest beneath thy huge, high leaf of green,
An Eremite beneath his mountain’s brow.
White bud! thou’rt emblem of a lovelier thing,~
The broken spirit that its anguish bears,
To silent shades, and there sits offering
To Heaven, the holy fragrance of it’s tears.”
~The Poetical Works of the Rev. George Croly, 1830~
The jonquils, azaleas and camellias are fading away but replaced by new blooms in the garden!
Our clump of Lily of the Valley has spread and naturalized nicely against the fireplace. A little gray tree frog is enjoying the view and the scent of the flowers while warming itself. We’ve heard it call all week and wondered where it was hanging out.
It’s drowsy eyed presence is a little reminder in this busy week to slow down and take time to appreciate the good things.
SpoonGood 
Thanks Sonya! I did a little more research and it is actually a northern cricket frog. It’s call sounds a little like a deep loud cricket and it’s found in the northern half of the state.
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Beautiful pictures. I have never seen a grey tree frog here just the green ones.
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They are so tiny!
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Thanks Janice! I know, can’t tell you how many times I’d been out trying to find where the frog was.
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Beautiful post from Lily of the Valley closeup to tree frog. It’s amazing how camouflaged those little frogs are.
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Thanks!
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What a lovely poem. I love the tear part. Cute frog!
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