Possibility

One of the joys of weeding is discovering everything in the garden that has been covered up.  Crawling around on the ground gives me a different perspective.  So many buds pushing up through the dirt, bulbs awakening, seeds sprouting.  Today we found a salamander in a pile of old redwood boards; it was a big strange wet-looking thing, and although I made a nice portrait of it, I found it too disturbing to post.  It had fingers.