The sights, smells and sounds of spring are a delightful assault on winter-weary senses. And for the last few weeks I've been noticing -- and savouring -- many of the classic signs: succulent daffodil tips poking their sunny crowns through the soil, red-breasted robins punch drunk on juicy worms and mild breezes kissed by the scent of rich earth. But tonight, it sounds like spring.
There is nothing like the profound depth of winter's silence, as the earth sleeps under its white batting-like comforter. While the snow has been slowly receding over the past week, and much of it is now melted under the lashing of last night's thunderstorms (save for a few pockets deep in the woods), this place felt like it was suspended in that in-between dream state -- when you're neither deeply asleep nor fully awake.
But tonight the spring peepers are back and the night is alive with their melodic chorus! Anyone who says that the country is a quiet place has never experienced the orchestral and incessant call of these diminutive frogs. Measuring only the size of a paperclip, the males serenade the lady frogs with a huge voice; a high pitched, ringing chirp that has been likened to sleigh bells.... that keep ringing, and ringing, and ringing.
While March 20 may have been the official first day of spring on the calendar, tonight it truly feels -- and sounds -- like spring.