The weather has been utterly gorgeous this week.
I went to see Laurel after work Friday night. As I was walking back to my car after our visit, I heard the most wonderful sound in the whole world: the trill of a frog.
The place where Laurel is staying has lots of trees and some low spots around it, and as I listened, I could make out several lovely little voices, all singing their hearts out. I was so excited about hearing the frogs for the first time this year that I had to call my mom and tell her about it. She laughed and laughed as I giggled and squealed and babbled like a 5-year-old over my favorite sign of spring.
Eeeeeeeeeeeee! Frogs! It’s spring! Frogsfrogsfrogsfrogsfrogsfrogsfrogsfrogs …