The Spring Peepers Are Here!
The clock on my dash said 5:50 A.M. I stepped out of my car into the chilly air after scanning the parking lot for vagrants, skunks, and the company bunny rabbit who makes her morning rounds to chew on our greening grass.
I heard them.
It was like a dream.
The spring peepers were out, in all their glory, making a fabulous fussy racket.
I’ve really missed them.
And with the stress of this week and last week and the week before, they’re just the sedagive I need.