In September on the West Coast, the onset of the rainy season brings back the daytime frogs. There’s just enough rain to keep the plants watered but not enough to make me miserable, and I’m glad to hear the frog’s chirrup-croak-creak. I often find them in the garden—they’re small, the size of my thumb, and brilliant green with black markings. I catch them gently so I can look at them closely, these creatures who have returned to re-inhabit our restored property.
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In conservation circles, restoration has largely meant returning an ecosystem to a specific baseline—perhaps pre-European contact or pre-Industrial Revolution…
Source: Small Gestures