Late this afternoon I was sitting out with a book, and I thought I could almost barely hear spring peepers.
As the sun was going down in the evening, I stuck my head out the patio door, and by-damn! It was them again.
I will be sleeping with the window open tonight!
I so-o-o love to listen to the spring peepers. To me they are the melody of spring, green shoots, new life.
I often think of them in winter, hunkered down in the frozen muck. The spring thaw is everything to the little amphibians.
If I ever need to explain happiness, this would be it. Able to move, able to eat again, able to mate (that's what all the peeping is about, I suppose!)