The spring peepers can barely wait for the snow to stop falling. Last Monday, we got dumped on with a foot of wet, slushy snow. Monday night the peepers began their annual chorus. One day, just as quickly, it’ll end. They’ll be replaced in the late summer by the sounds of bullfrogs.
I think I’ll end this blog with this, the sound that will send me off to sleep for the next few weeks.
Peepers just started in my ‘hood a few days ago. Goshdarnit, I freakin’ love them.
Umm….I believe you have at least 12 songs to go, my dear. Please don’t disappear.
I love ’em, too. They’re peeping like crazy right outside my kitchen windows. When we had to permanently close the swimming pool, it became a breeding ground for frogs and all their relatives. And dragonflies!
No, definitely do not disappear. How about a frog blog?
Thanks, but it should be pretty evident to everyone (it certainly is to me) that I’m only any good at starting blogs, not finishing them.
If you can complete Nanowrimo I think you’re very good at finishing things…
Spring peepers are beautiful.
But are you at 100 already?
Now you’ll have more time to devote to your Howie blog. Remember Howie? Howie…your dog.
Lovely! I am so envious of those of you who get to hear them in real life.
Thanks everyone. No, I didn’t make it to 100, but I definitely made it past 50 days. I’m just not a blogger, in much the same way I’ve never managed to keep a diary or journal for very long.
Yes, I remember Howie. He’s that cute little bastard who keeps digging holes in my lawn.