I swear I’ve been hearing ghosts. The voices of spring peeper frogs keep creeping into my ears as the sun sets, later and later each day, but they’re nothing more than the echoes of my powerful imagination. I know logically the little frogs are not awake. Not for another few weeks yet. But as much as I’m enjoying the snow, and the promise of owls, and the company of ducks, a little bit of my heart craves the day when the snow melts and fills all the hollows, and the frogs start shouting in the trees to wake up spring.
Meanwhile, I stumbled on some photos from scouting trips that didn’t make it onto the blog last summer, so I thought I’d throw them up now. A little bit of a flashback for those of us for whom summer can’t come soon enough.