I was happy to see this little frog find a resting/stalking place on my monstera. This was taken in the first week of April just before the rains came. The next evening the little one found a cosy spot amid the jungle of potted fern.
But now that the rains are here, evenings are never quiet. The incessant croaking of frogs can be heard outside. Rain and frog-song. The blooming of fragrant flowers. The cycle of seasons all over again. All's right with the world!