Trigger Warning: Toad Ahead

Remember this picture from two days ago of the crocosmia choking out the hydrangea? 
For some completely deranged idea, I thought I could get out there and clear that area of the crocosmia, monkey grass, and chenille plant in a couple of hours. 
Tops. 
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!
I was being delusional. 
I did get a good start on it though. I was so determined to get in there and work today that I had already positioned the garden cart in which to deposit the invasive plants I pulled and had my trowel at the ready. So I put on my gardening overalls and gardening shoes and put my clippers in my back pocket to deal with roots I could not pull and on my knees I went. 
After a little over two hours I have managed to get a lot done but it's certainly not all cleared. 

I'm getting there. When I'm done I need to fertilize those poor bushes. In the twenty plus years I've lived here, I have never fertilized them once. It's a miracle they're still alive. 

While I was weeding, I was surprised when this critter hopped out of the border grass. 

I am not frog or toad phobic but they are not my favorite animal either. They're not even my favorite amphibians. 
Wait. I just thought about it and I do not have a favorite amphibian. They are completely otherworldly to me. I have never once held one in my hand although I have held several snakes, albeit in a highly controlled situation with snake experts standing by. 
But if you take all the emotions out of the observation of toads and frogs, they are pretty darn cool.

Let me just say that I am grateful beyond words that I did not have to kiss a toad to find my prince. 

Well, as the T-shirt says, I did kiss a lot of toads before I found my prince but not of the actual amphibious sort. 
This is an Eastern Spadefoot toad. Its little feet are cleverly constructed to be able to dig backwards into the dirt. They spend most of their lives underground, I take it, having burrows where they live. Wikipedia has a most interesting and even, dare I say? fascinating article on them. 
You can read that HERE.
Just in case you feel scientifically interested. 

So clearing out that little bit of ground was honestly about the only constructive thing I did today besides a little laundry and making our Sunday breakfast. For whatever reason, I was simply not in the mood to make the regular Sunday breakfast/brunch which is either bacon or sausage, biscuits, potatoes or grits, and eggs. 
Nope. Didn't want to do it. 
So I made pancakes which is a one and done sort of thing. Sausage too, but that's not hard or time consuming. The pancakes had bananas, apple, blueberries, pecans, and oat bran in them. So yes, they were basically health food. Oh, I scrambled some eggs too because that is also easy. Mr. Moon was not unhappy. 

Sundays are special days for us. We call Sunday our "date day" and although we have an obviously empty nest, it is a day we reserve for each other. There is much sweetness. 
For example- today Mr. Moon washed my car! 
True love, eh? 

I think so. 

And that is all. 

Love...Ms. Moon