Huge and brassy-green beautiful. The voices of these Cricket Hill Garden bullfrogs were so loud that my friend mistook them for the distant grunts of pigs.Click on image to enlarge.
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This peony was at the perfect point in unfurling, cupping the soft light. Cricket Hill places decorative umbrellas over some of the blossoms to protect them from withering sunlight. (A bit sadly, this beauty had no real fragrance.) Called Coral Charm, it kept beckoning me back, luring me into its gold-fringed silence.