Spring Has Sprung
Every year I, not so patiently, wait for the arrival of the Peepers. I have been told that these are actually tree frogs but they will always be spring peepers to me.
They arrived on Saturday evening in all their glory. I know they were not here Friday because I listened for them as we approached dusk. Saturday evening Neal went to pick up something at the store and he called me outside. There they were, proudly announcing spring. I know we will still have very cold weather but the Peepers will survive and so will I.
Even though we still have the only two real piles of snow on the street, it will melt and the flowers will come up. We will enjoy it all to the spring song played for us by the peepers.
Have I mentioned that I love spring?