The Aftermath
I just reread my previous entry and decided it was clap trap. Where is my editor anyway? Someone should stop me from rambling on next time.
What I should have been writing about is the turning of the seasons and the return of the froggy chorus. One week ago, our pond was still iced over and the weather prognosticators were forecasting bits of snow, but slowly it started to warm. Yesterday and the day before saw the temperature hit 60 F (15.5 C).
The ice on the pond started to melt, refroze, then started to melt again. The ducks and geese started coming through in squadrons, and the frogs started to sing. How they can sit out there and sing when the water is still partly solid is beyond me, but it is certainly one of my favorite times of the year.
Whatever drives the birds to migrate and the frogs to sing, makes me clean. After a too long winter, there is plenty of things around here that need tidying. I cleaned windows for two days straight and vacuumed the dust off of the blinds in my bedroom. The screen porch got hosed down and the patio furniture set up. Last night was the inaugural BBQ of the season.
Today the sky is cloudy again and we might see 50 F if we are lucky, but the frogs are still singing. It must be spring.
What I should have been writing about is the turning of the seasons and the return of the froggy chorus. One week ago, our pond was still iced over and the weather prognosticators were forecasting bits of snow, but slowly it started to warm. Yesterday and the day before saw the temperature hit 60 F (15.5 C).
The ice on the pond started to melt, refroze, then started to melt again. The ducks and geese started coming through in squadrons, and the frogs started to sing. How they can sit out there and sing when the water is still partly solid is beyond me, but it is certainly one of my favorite times of the year.
Whatever drives the birds to migrate and the frogs to sing, makes me clean. After a too long winter, there is plenty of things around here that need tidying. I cleaned windows for two days straight and vacuumed the dust off of the blinds in my bedroom. The screen porch got hosed down and the patio furniture set up. Last night was the inaugural BBQ of the season.
Today the sky is cloudy again and we might see 50 F if we are lucky, but the frogs are still singing. It must be spring.
Copyright ©2003-2007 Phaedrous
posted by Phaedrous at 3:42 PM
3 Comments:
our frogs started singing last week and i wondered how soon yours would start the chorus.
hey, if the job of editor is open i'll apply. how's the pay? what sort of benefits are there? do i get personal days and holidays?
I started working on the swamp cooler last weekend. It, of course, didn't go so well. But it was 94 degrees Sunday and Monday; I'll need it sooner rather than later.
Now the song "It's not easy being green" will bump into my 3 brain cells all day!
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