I HAVE PEEPERS!
I HAVE PEEPERS!!
Although I’ve talked about them before, in case you didn’t know, peepers are little tree frogs that come out in the spring. And although I don’t believe it’s spring here yet (winter can be very devious), we had a warm day followed by a warm evening—and I guess the froggies are as anxious as we are for the season! :yesyesyes:
They sing at night, a delicate, peeping song like tiny silver chimes drifting through the dark. It’s almost ethereal, since the origin can’t be pinpointed because there can be hundreds of them at one time, but hauntingly beautiful.
Do I sound like a geek, going on like this? Ah, well…
Then I won’t describe how I was just out in the back yard doing a midnight version of “The Sound of Music”, twirling and whispering, “Sing! Sing!”
I was captivated until you reached the ‘Sound of Music’ gig in the backyard. :)
You describe them so beautifully, Raine.
No peepers here yet, but we have red-winged blackbirds back.
Bernard, if you’d made it through this winter, you’d Julie Andrews too. :yesyesyes:
No peepers here yet, but we have red-winged blackbirds back.
I sent them up to you, Bernita. :grin:
I was walking around the pond to the laundry room the other day, and saw another clutch of ducklings, six of them this time. I think they could all have fit in my hands. :waving:
Hey, I made it through this winter. It reached down to the low forties out here a few nights, and it rained too. :)
What an image – you dancing in the backyard and singing with the tree frogs. Sometimes life is worth living. Love it.
What an image – you singing and dancing to the tree frogs. You gotta love life sometimes.
I was walking around the pond to the laundry room the other day, and saw another clutch of ducklings,
Aw, Ann, how precious!! :grin:
Hey, I made it through this winter.
You didn’t make it through MY winter, buddy! Lol! :razz: