The Garden

April 2, 2013 - 2 Responses

Frog was in his garden.

Toad came walking by.

“What a fine garden you have, Frog,” he said.

“Yes,” said Frog. “It is very nice, but it was hard work.”

“I wish I had a garden,” said Toad.

“Here are some flower seeds. Plant them in the ground,” said Frog, “and soon you will have a garden.”

“How soon?” asked Toad.

“Quite soon,” said Frog.

Toad ran home.

He planted the flower seeds.

“Now seeds,” said Toad, “start growing.”

Toad walked up and down a few times.

The seeds did  not start to grow.

Toad put his head close to the ground and said loudly,

“Now seeds, start growing!”

Toad looked at the ground again.

The seeds did not start to grow.

Toad put his head very close to the ground and shouted,


Frog came running up the path.

“What is all this noise?” he asked.

“My seeds will not grow,” said Toad.

“You are shouting too much,” said Frog. “These poor seeds are afraid to grow.”

“My seeds are afraid to grow?” asked Toad.

“Of course,” said Frog.

“Leave them alone for a few days. Let the sun shine on them, let the rain fall on them. Soon your seeds will start to grow.”

That night Toad looked out his window.

“Drat!” said Toad. “My seeds have not started to grow. They must be afraid of the dark.”

Toad went out to his garden with some candles.

“I will read the seeds a story,” said Toad. “Then they will not be afraid.”

Toad read a long story to his seeds.

Toad looked at the ground.

The seeds still did not start to grow.

“What shall I do?” cried Toad.

“These must be the most frightened seeds in the whole world!”

The toad felt very tired, and he fell asleep.

“Toad, Toad, wake up,” said Frog. “Look at your garden!”

Toad looked at his garden.

Little green plants were coming up out of the ground.

“At last,” shouted Toad, “my seeds have stopped being afraid to grow!”

“And now you will have a nice garden too,” said Frog.

“Yes,” said Toad, “but you were right, Frog.

It was very hard work.”

from Frog and Toad Together, by Arnold Lobel, copyright 1971.




March 28, 2013 - 2 Responses


Oh, hello. Have you been here all this time?

I wanted this first-post-in-a-long-time to be “something special”, but that requirement meant that I kept putting this off until the mythical time when I’d have the “right” thing to say about my absence. So eff that. Here I am. Let’s be instead the kind of friends who pick up where we left off, no matter how many years its been and what has happened in between. 

 The photo above is the pile of art that I liberated over the last few weeks, to friends and kindred spirits all over the globe. Yeah, free art! Anyone here want something? I found a few more pieces that need homes, maybe with you. Send me an email to annaborstad at hotmail dot com to help me in this art emancipation.

It has felt good to let go of these old prints and cards and what not, let go of that image of myself as “that kind” of artist. I know now only that I don’t want to try to be anything or anyone in particular but true to myself. (No one is more qualified!)