It’s been so hot the past couple of days. The garden is verdant and alive, moving and being moved. A toad scrambles out of the way as we enter in and out of the mud room. There’s another that scurries into hiding whenever we enter the garage. I’ve finished their houses and I’ll be putting them out tomorrow. The “prodigal son” wonders why toads need such fancy houses. I told him that it’s the least I can do as I was the one who replaced their homes with my gladiolus.