Saturday, March 25, 2017
Yes! It's truly spring!
Mick and I were greeted in the pre-dawn darkness by a special chorus---spring peepers! As kids, we called them tree toads; or tree frogs! You will hear their mating calls only in the early spring, when ice has melted from the watery areas. To me they sound a bit like distant sleigh bells.
They inhabit wetlands like our valley, along a marshy creek. You won't see these little creatures; they live and hunt their food in high tree tops.
And as much as any other of the classic signs---the red-wing blackbirds, crows, robins, blue birds, daffodils, forsythia and all the others---they ARE the early springtime in my wetland neighborhood!
Welcome, tree frogs; welcome spring!
(Fifty-five degrees at 6 a.m).
Thursday, March 23, 2017
A spectacular bowl of stars shines in the darkness over my head; and I seem to be walking among them.
The beam of my flashlight catches more stars that have become ground-bound on our lawns within a heavy layer of frost.
It's fourteen degrees!