Lovely notion, a frog-hopping place, cosy and dense with goodness, not to mention harbouring secrets.  See also this meadow’s durability. 

Frogmead, a damp and froggy place, along the banks of the meadow brook, a name redolent of everything a Wealden John Clare would have loved here, a kind of thick-pelted richness, with secrets buried inside it. 

Source: Adam Nicolson, Sissinghurst: An unfinished history (London: Harper Press, 2009), p. 147