I get excited easily. Especially when it's been a long, cold, dreary, cold, never-ending Winter.
Did I mention that it was long?
I know it's only March 1st, but guess what I heard today? I heard it last night when I let the dogs out, too. But since it was still technically February I was sure it had to be a figment of my imagination. Until I heard it again today. And then I knew.
I heard Spring Peepers.
Spring Peepers are to frogs what American Robins are to birds. They're the first harbingers of Spring.
Do you know what the Peepers sound like? I thought everyone did. (Of course, my nickname is ToadMama.) But when I said to Shannon, my oldest daughter, "I hear the Peepers," she looked at me like I was nuts then said, in a nice way, "I have no idea what that means."
Here's a Spring Peepers link for you. In case you don't know what they sound like.
Know what's weird? No, the answer is not ME.
We had three blizzards here in Maryland last winter. This year the snow has been pretty negligible. But it's been darn cold. And it seemed like once the cold hit, it hit with a vengeance. And it didn't break until just over a week ago. But even that was fleeting.
Of course, this past Sunday it got pretty warm, but Hubby and I were busily working away on our kitchen remodel project at the West Virginia place. The thing about that is, when the weather is REALLY nice, consistently, we won't have any pending projects hanging over our heads. And we'll be able to just get out there and ride.
If you're still curious about those frogs, here's a cute little slide show/video montage sort of thing someone else was kind enough to post on YouTube.
Now, if you'll excuse me, I need to go pop my head outside to see if I can still hear the Peepers.
That's not just frogs chirping. That's the sound of Spring. :-)