spring things.

Yes, I'm afraid I am still raving about the glories of 'spring time, the only ring-a-ding time'... :)
I remember a sad book, I think some kind of WWI chronicle? (is that right Dad?)... called 'And No Birds Sang'. It's a simple little thing, easy to not even notice. But when I heard that book title it hit me pretty hard; that says a lot. I seldom hear birdsong during the winter. I suppose they are all wiser than the rest of us and get as far away as they can from the cold. Or maybe the wind just blows them away in the November gales? This morning, though, I felt my heart light when they were singing outside. It seems so say 'Be happy!' I notice I'm sounding like Snow White or Cinderella in a Disney film, so I'll move on... The frogs are next on my list of happy spring sounds! First, I am amazed at how loud they are, being small enough to sit on a penny. The other night Emma and Kirby were out riding bikes, and stopped by the big frog pond, in the field. They went close and when the little froggies heard them there, they all went dead silent. After a while they started up again, thinking the coast was clear. Then when Kirby and Emma moved, the frogs went instantly silent again, etc! So funny. They recorded it for us, and last night Mary and Emma were out there for over an hour after supper while Jack was at soccer practice. I like that such simple little things are right there, and all we have to do to enjoy them is just notice...

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