Hunters on my roses

This spring, I have had a gathering upon my roses that was a most unexpected surprise. As the last hot days of summer slipped away into the warm afternoons of Fall, a number of tree frogs began placing themselves among the leaves, and between the petals of the blooms. They varied in size from just larger than a pea, to a proper fifty cent sized old timer. Depending on their choice of placement, these hunters awaiting on a meal attracted by the flowers would range from golden browns to lime greens. The backyard collection of color and sweet scents represent rose bushes over 50 years old, with grand thick barky bases and a variety of fauna ranging from hummingbirds to garter snakes. I came to adore the frogs though, who collected in number just before dawn, and would tolerate my inquisitive photography each morning.