We picked the last strawberries at Popp's Farm in Dresden. The field was overgrown with weeds, much loved by the bees. The picking was slow but we harvested enough berries for strawberry cream puffs, breakfast treats and some for freezing.
The bullfrog is here and he has a very strong voice. He has been hiding between rocks and last year's grass.
When I made too much noise with the saw he let me know that I intruded in his territory, but he was not intimidated and stayed in the same spot all afternoon.