Last night was the first time that I heard them this year; no symphony ever sounded so sweet.
The calendar “first day of spring” means little to me. When I hear the chorus frogs, then I know the long cold winter is officially over.
When I was a youngster, Mom and Dad tolerated my bringing home buckets full of swamp water filled with tadpoles. I’d watch them go grow into adult frogs then I would set them free back into the swamp. My folks became less tolerant when I started bringing home buckets full of snakes…