It's a frog's life, full of pretty flowers.
Sometimes I wish I was a frog and had nothing better to do than sit on a leaf and look at the flowers.
Honestly, this is one of my hanging baskets that I took down to water really well.
I don't know where the little frogs come from in my flowers, but they show up in the baskets on the deck every year.
Like the swallows coming back to Capistrano.
Weird.