I often sit out on my balcony to have my morning coffee, and water the few pots that I have. I realised it had been a few days since I’d watered any of my plants, with Bill’s daisies looking very limp. I have a basil plant too, which if you’ve ever grown basil you will know that it needs to be kept slightly on the dry side, though still watered frequently enough so that it doesn’t dry out completely. Too wet and it will die, too dry and it will die. Bloody fickle plant, but tasty when added fresh to a pizza!
I have my basil plant sitting in a large mug (part of a set) that my mother had bought me as a house-warming gift when I moved into my previous house in the UK. As I had already bought myself new mugs in my preferred colour, these mugs were relegated to pot-plant duty. They do a good job too. Anyway, usually I would reuse the excess water sitting at the bottom of the cup from the previous plant watering, except this time when I lifted the basil pot out of its cup I got a bit of a surprise…
Meet my new lodgers and balcony buddies,
You may notice I use the plural here. On closer inspection I noticed three worm-like creatures wiggling about excitedly in the water beneath the larger (though still quite tiny) frog. Young tadpoles I assumed. Now, I was a little perplexed as I couldn’t quite understand how Mrs. Frog had managed to find her way up to our first floor balcony. I don’t know much about frogs you see, but I am able to recognise a challenge when I see one, even for a frog. Not to mention how busy she had been in just a few days! She certainly wasn’t there when I checked just days previous.
Enthused yet scratching my head, I sent Bill a phone message with a picture of the frog/s and within less than a minute I received a full brief explaining that it was a Cope’s Gray Tree Frog, native to Maryland. Still scratching my head somewhat, as our nearest tree is in fact a very large cherry growing just in front of the apartment block, and the nearest bow, though close in human terms, is still a good 2-3 meters away from the balcony. Very interesting images began to fill my head as I imagined all sorts of daredevilish-type antics involving said frog and springy branches, catapults and things. My imagination sometimes gets the better of me.
Apparently they are extremely good climbers. It figures, especially as she is a tree frog…
My dilemma however, being that I would like to maintain the life of the little frog and her progeny, few as they are, is how I maintain the water level in the cup. You see, Bill and I are due to be going away for a couple of weeks as of Monday, and although it isn’t meant to be blisteringly hot anymore over the coming weeks, there is still going to be a fair amount of evaporation that will occur, even if the cup is filled as high as possible. I just don’t want to upset their little habitat. I don’t want to accidentally misplace one of the tiny froglets. I may have already, though inadvertently committed frogocide the last time I emptied the cup of its contents…oops!
Any suggestions would be appreciated.
Enjoy the weekend!