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Wednesday, April 13, 2011

Chorus frogs announce the official arrival of spring.

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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…

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2 comments:

Helene Burnett said...

Spring is here, too. We've broken the 90 degree mark twice! Prayin'for rain. So very dry here.

Love the frog sounds, can't say I enjoy the cicadas when they rev up. Sometimes I long for those northern summers. As a kid my family lived in a suburb of Milwaukee.

James A. Zachary Jr. said...

Milwaukee gets an even later spring than we do here. It was nice driving through Kentucky, Tennessee, Georgia, and Florida last week... everything looks so bare up here.