You'd think that January 27th is a little early too be talking about Spring. But one of my favorite things about living here in the Piedmont of NC is happening as we speak.
It's 63 degrees out at 5 am. My backdoor is open. The breeze is soft and we're getting sudden spurts of showers off and on. And I'm listening to the Peepers as they sing.
Wherever there are wetlands, there are frogs. And for the last 2 days the weather has been warm enough and wet enough to start the Peepers "peeping".
I've never seen one, but as you drive along the country roads their song comes to you in waves. I find I'm smiling as I drive home. I turn off the radio and listen to this special song. Like the summer cicada's they only sing for a a week or two at most. Then they're done.
Until next year. The cycle repeats. Ain't Mother Nature grand?