It's been a week of snowy mornings. Just part of the whole process of making us so sick of winter that we don't want to ever see it again. Turns out that it isn't just humans that get the feeling. I was hiking past one of my favorite fens this morning. It's surrounded by trees and has a spring in the middle of it somewhere. I heard a frog - a Western Chorus, I think. It was singing slowly but defiantly. As I stood listening the sun came out and a second frog started it's slow croaking song too. A great sound. Then winter answered back w/ snow squalls one after another all afternoon. Yeah, I'm not thinking this snow stuff is pretty anymore.
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