30/08/2026
A Little Girl, a Cat and a Frog-A Childhood Backyard Story
that I can’t resist sharing because there’s a lesson from the garden in it for us all.
The beginning of my week saw me put on my 'Nanny hat' to go watch my little three-year-old granddaughter Ivy. As the weather was so nice I took her outside for some sunshine and to help me do some w**ding.
Now, “helping Nan w**d” when you’re three is perhaps a fairly loose description of what was actually going on. There was plenty of investigating, chatting, digging and generally enjoying discovering the gardens' hidden treasures.
And then she found a frog.
A real, live little frog tucked away in the garden — which, as you would imagine, was suddenly far more interesting than pulling w**ds.
Unfortunately, Ivy wasn’t the only one who thought so.
Her cat Minnie who'd joined us, had spotted it too.
What followed was a rather determined rescue mission involving one frightened frog, one very interested cat and one incredibly brave three-year-old trying her hardest to catch it before the cat did.
Nan needn’t have worried.
“It’s okay, Nan. I’ve got my gardening gloves on!”
Of course. What was I thinking? 😂
The poor little frog put up one heck of a battle. It jumped, wriggled and did everything in its power to escape the toddler and the cat, but eventually the toddler won.
Safely captured, Ivy was very pleased with herself — and equally excited at the prospect of keeping her new little friend in a plastic container.
Cue our next garden lesson.
I then had to explain that although she might really want to keep him, the kindest thing we could do was let him go. Frogs belong outside, where they can hide, find food and live their little froggy lives. We could enjoy finding him, we could make sure he was safe from the cat, but he wasn't ours to keep.
With a quivering bottom lip, she took it onboard like a trouper.
Together we found a patch of long grass where he had somewhere to disappear, away from the cat and hopefully out of sight of the birds, and Ivy opened her hands and let him go.
Standing there watching her, tears of pride in my eyes, my heart just melted.
Because somewhere amongst the w**ds, muddy gardening gloves, a determined toddler, an unimpressed frog and a cat who'd just lost its afternoon entertainment, something rather lovely had happened.
Ivy was learning about the natural world around her.
Not from a book. Not from a screen. Not because anyone had sat her down and decided it was time for a lesson.
She was learning simply because she was in it.
She knows there are creatures living amongst the soil and plants because she gets her little hands in there. She's learning that gardens aren't just made up of flowers and pretty things. They're tiny living worlds, full of creatures (like roley-poley bugs AKA slaters) going about lives of their own. She's learning to be curious about them, to care about them — (which sometimes involves Tupperware containers) and perhaps most importantly, that sometimes caring for something means leaving it exactly where it belongs.
And I couldn't help thinking…
Perhaps some of life's greatest lessons really do come in unexpected little moments in the garden.
Sometimes they arrive wearing gardening gloves.
And sometimes, apparently, they hop. 💚🐸
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