March Madness
Spring is here and with it, actually before it, came the return of the frogs. Their chirruping is deafening at times. For a little sample of what we’re up against…
They go all day and all night. You would never believe that just a few years ago, this area — at the top of a hill — was dry and silent. That has all changed now. Crazy rains nearly allow us to grow rice in the front yard and the amphibian hordes quickly discovered this new watery kingdom. Those, by the way, are piles of fresh eggs.
The other day we watched a six pack of dogs wander into the old pumping station, no owner in sight. A foreboding sign of what we’ll face on the back roads this year?
We’ve had two gentle runs lately to ease into time on the road vs a winter on the treadmill. The difference is drastic, but this year isn’t as bad as in previous years. We’re also easing me into my new footwear. The Vibrams were great day one, but flayed my soles day two. Checking them out and trying to avoid blood and blisters.
Our road, in spring
We used the time to also hunt for valuable, happy tips of the new asparagus to come any second now. In the garden, the wild garlic we harvested and moved into the yard has taken off and is producing green shoots six inches tall.
Along the run, we were treated to quite a performance. A Catbird thrilled us with an extensive repertoire, which went on for several minutes. He was one talented creature, but finally grew tired of my laughter and lack of fear at his hawk impression, so he took off and we continued on home.
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