I love the outdoor sounds of spring and summer. I am beyond thrilled to hear the first batch of peepers (frogs) singing their high-pitched songs in March or April. Some years they come on strong for a few days and then get quiet again. But when they do decide the time is right, they are out and incredibly busy. Peepers mean spring to me- the promise that everything that seemed to wither and die during winter will come back. The reawakening of the world.
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