"When everything else has gone from my brain ... what will be left, I believe, is topology: the dreaming memory of land as it lay this way and that." Annie Dillard
The racket comes from males trying to attract females (which accounts for much of the racket in the animal world this time of year), and it can grow quite loud along a path I walk that edges a wetland.
I was glad to hear it yesterday, though. I'd been listening for spring peepers since I arrived home but had missed the distinctive, high-pitched sound.
Now the little critters have spoken: spring is here to stay.
posted by Anne Cassidy at
5:59 AM
I’m a writer and editor, the author of "Parents Who Think Too Much" and a freelancer published everywhere from the "New York Times" to "Woman’s Day." I’ve been scribbling my thoughts in one tattered notebook or another for most of my life, but this blog is the first time I’ve gone public. I'm glad you've landed here, and I hope you visit often.
Subscribe to
Posts [Atom]
<< Home