I was happy to see the pink hues reflecting off the pond when I got there at sunset. The lily pads were Monet-worthy as they held water drops and vibrated the blue of water. There were a few bullfrogs and some were croaking. It’s difficult to tell exactly where the sound is coming from as they stay so well hidden in the grass and lily pads. But I spotted one finally, with his neck puffed out, mid-croak.