Got Frogs. And dandelions.

[epaul]

I heard the first frogs of the season last night while I was out draining a couple beers. It was a wonderful, clear night with lots and lots of stars. And I heard a chorus. A chorus of frogs.

First frog chorus of the year. The night before was dead silent, as were the previous 180 nights or so. Silent. It took awhile to realize what was different this night. Then it struck me. Frogs. They were singing. Sometime during the day, they had wakened from their long winter's sleep. And now they were singing the spring.

And this morning, I saw my first dandelions, a splash of yellow against a warm wall.

Ah, sweet phenology, comfort to my soul.

And if it wasn't for the two Sam Adams I had before bed last night, I would have missed the first night of the frogs.

The last walk before bed. Another comfort.

[RickW]

After reading Millrings post, this is a little breath of peace. I'm moving to a quieter area, way quieter than where we are now. Might be able to sit outside in piece, sip a glass of wine, play a little, and just enjoy the evening for what it is.

[Cornflake]

"And if it wasn't for the two Sam Adams I had before bed last night, I would have missed the first night of the frogs."

More proof that we owe a lot to beer. Not that any was needed.

epaul, you do make me want to see your part of the plains.

[Village Idiot]

I heard my first frogs last week. I was running Dexter down a gravel road, and I could hear them in the water-filled ditches. No dandelions yet, but I've got my eye out for them. When it's dandelion time, it's morel time.

[Greg B]

We've had frogs here for about a month now. The lavender bushes are blooming, the oaks are dumping several pounds of yellow seed pods into my pool per day, and I need to take the weed wacker to the half acre on the downhill side of our house this weekend to cut down the new grass and weeds springing up before they turn brown this summer and form a fire path to my house.

About 3 weeks ago all the plants on the mountain exploded clouds of yellow pollen into the air. Everything was coated with a light yellow haze. Then we got one day of spring rain and everything had yellow rivlets.

Ah spring.

But most importantly: All the mountain rivers open for fishing next weekend on the last Saturday of April. It's fly fishing season!

[SteveO]

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