This guy jumped into my old sewer pipe and holds old glory to greet everyone who passes by.
Old Rusty Frog stands sentry at the garden that leads into my private residence. I can't decide whether to give him a fresh coat of paint or let his rusty patina take over. I think I like him just the way he is.
Another rusty guy trumpets his welcome. You can see him as you head around the main building to the pool. He likes to nestle in among the marigolds. I think they compliment each other well.
This old girl sits happily in the same garden on the way to the pool. When the path lights come on at night you would almost be convinced that she is about to hop up.
One of my solar powered trio of frog musicians sits by one of my stumps waiting for her cue to begin to serenade. Over her shoulder looks like a little guy hopped int my stump.
Fellow frog musician has his horn at the ready, also waiting for that cue...........
I guess you can tell I like frogs. They make me smile with their whimsical faces. Some of them are gifts and some I couldn't resist........they must have been on sale, cause everybody knows I love a good clearance!