in the dusk.
Out of the mud,
Their song drifts
Sweet and green.
-Kathleen Tenepas-
Actually, the month-long, haunting song of the peepers has ended, and I am missing it. But the girls find them skitting across the shallow creeks beds, ready to make acquaintance.
3 comments:
Peepers and spring time....together like peas in a pod.
That is such a cute little fella sitting on your hand.
What a sweet little froggie. I wish I could hear the peeping.
I agree with crochet lady. Here I think they're buried deep in the mud yet. We STILL have snow on the ground, but the sunshine sure is feeling good!
Blessings!
Deborah
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