With Spring comes Peepers, the tiny little frogs that fill up our nights with thousands of tiny songs. These melodies slowly melt together, creating a symphony in the gathering Spring darkness. They continue through the night. Before I go to sleep I throw open the window so I can be lulled to sleep by their songs. As we get closer to summer their cries get louder, till they fill up the night around swamps and lakes. By Mid-summer, they fade away, the songs of crickets and Bullfrogs replacing them.
Its been balmy here, warmer than usually as May passes us by. As you drive through the country at night different sounds pass you by. The sounds of animals moving, crickets or wind. Yet in the Spring, once the weather warms up it is always the Peepers.
Like all other noises as you drive by, it rises to a peak then fades away. Yet it never fails to leave me with a warm feeling. Its part of our life here, part of our Spring. So when I go out at night I listen for them. I will listen for them until summer, when the days become longer, and reluctantly their songs fade away.