Jenny Springtail

Next door to the abandoned dairy farm that is Foxley Hill, lies a very small farm run by a very quiet, polite family.  Mrs. Farmer is a dreamy soul who grows vegetables and flowers to sell at farmers’ markets. Mr. Farmer spends his days humming and singing church hymns…

Jenny Springtail was going through some old pictures, diary entries and the like when she found this image. Immediately she was taken back to a beautiful spring day a couple of years ago. There he was, Hal Swampwater, the most poetic frog she ever knew. That…