Wednesday, April 25, 2012

Jealous? Not Bufo!

On Tuesday Meadow and Andrea came to visit Bufo. At least that was what Bufo was thinking. I think, he felt a little left out when Meadow ran up to her daddy. Her daddy is Chuck Rogers. He is helping out the Toad, working at Toad House, installing the flooring. He has the studio completely finished and is working on level two of the tower.

Bufo should not have been concerned about being ignored, because after we went for a walk in the woods, Meadow offered him a drink.

Hmmm, will she give him some?? You can tell he is interested.


"Yummy yummy", Bufo says. "Thank you, Meadow, for sharing with me."


I think Bufo and Meadow will be good friends.

Sunday, April 22, 2012

The Princess and the Toad

No, Hannah, you will not turn into a toad if you kiss Bufo.
But neither will Bufo turn into a prince!

Wednesday, April 18, 2012

The Proof is in the PUDDING?

I am often asked why we named the building, Toad House. If you haven't heard me tell the story, I hope you have time to sit back and enjoy the long tale. (If you know the story, you might want to skip to the end of the blog to find out about the proof in the pudding.)

It all started with a sailing adventure in Bayfield.  "It was a dark, hot and sticky evening that August in Bayfield...." Tony and I walked the docks to the soda machine, money in hand to buy a drink, but before we could buy our sodas, we noticed a very large toad, sitting in front of the machine and he was looking up. What was he looking at? He was looking at all the bugs gathered in the light of the machine. Though toads have long tongues, he could not reach them. So Tony plucked a bug from the machine and offered it to the toad, who ate it without a word of gratitude. We fed the toad many bugs before we had our sodas that evening.

The next morning he was nowhere to be found. I looked and looked.  Where can he hide, where can he be? I couldn't find him anywhere, but that evening, he was back, expecting another handout, no doubt.

On the way home from our adventure, those words, 'where can he hide, where can he be?' went around and around in my head and finally came out as the poem, Toads. It would be many, many years later when Janelle Thompson and I connected through her daughter, Jenny, and Janelle made the poem into a beautiful children's picture book.
The next step was to find a publisher--(where can he hide? where can he be?)--and since no publisher was to be found, we decided to become a publisher; but what to call the fledgling publishing company?  Michael Doran said, "Why don't you call it Toad House Publishing?"
So there we were, Toad House Publishing, and after that every thing just kept coming up toads and the building, under deconstruction and later reconstruction became Toad House. Now you know that part of the tale.

Onward to today: Hollis Helmeci, our librarian, gardener, and artist has agreed to be the first named curator at Toad House. (Toad House is multi-faceted, so we need many curators) Hollis will be the curator of the Garden of Quince and Toad. In her first duty as named curator, she looked at the plot between Highway 8 and the front of the building and came up with a plan to create an old fashioned flower garden with colors we have in place at Toad House.  She kindly gave me some seeds of various yellow flowers (You did guess yellow, didn't you?) and asked me to start them as her space for starting seeds is limited and is shared with her resident cats who claim most curiosities, such as newly seeded ground as their own.

I started the seeds a day ago and today when I went out to moisten the ground, I found another reason why we named the building Toad House.

 Look to the left--a little toad found his way into a cozy spot.
Look to the right--a great big toad also found a place to nestle into.

Here is a close-up of the little one
And here is a close-up of the big bad bufo.

As I said, "The proof is in the pudding."

Friday, April 13, 2012

Bufo makes a friend

Bufo had a visit from Tina and her son, Dylan. They walked down to the woods together and Bufo asked if he could have a picture taken with Dylan. Here they are by the entrance to the Enchanted Woods. There are no trolls in sight--at least we hope there are no littering trolls.


If you have time for a stroll down the path in the Enchanted Woods, do take care to stay on the so as not to disturb the elven folk who live amongst the rocks and plants and trees, usually unseen by humans. And if you find some of the troll's dastardly litter, please pick it up and place it in the container behind the sign.

Toad will be grateful you did.

Wednesday, April 11, 2012

Peeping Toad

You might be wondering what we were doing far from home. Here is one of the things we peeped into.

Sunday, April 8, 2012

Those TOADS!!!

Croaking, trilling toads
Think weary (but watchful!) cats
Travel unaware.