The frogs are back!
We had a good freeze on Friday night but woke up to sunshine!

Getting up into the sixties Saturday and, I'm sure, breaking 70 degrees on Sunday brought them back.
For the last six years these little guys have been singing us to sleep. Sometimes, just an aria under our window and sometimes the entire deafening choir. They love my lush mini-garden and regularly visit from the little pond a couple of hundred feet away. We were amazed when we caught one and found out how small they are. They could easily sit on a quarter, but the sound they make is enormous!

Right now, frogs mean SPRING to me!

Boy, am I ready. Next is leaves on trees and flowers blooming. Wouldn't it be wonderful if it was always Spring?