A sure sign of spring is the sound of peep frogs.
To understand my love of peep frogs you must come to my home. Right outside my bedroom window sits a pond. When spring arrives you can be sure to hear these melodic creatures as the sun sets. Their sound is like a lullaby to me. Ask my husband. If he’s itching to watch a movie or play a video game he’ll just open that window. Guaranteed, 30 minutes later, I’m knocked right out.
These creatures have absolutely captivated every depth of my being. The first peeping sound of the season sends chills through my body. It is the moment I know to sleep with the window open.
Before I moved to Maine I had never heard peep frogs. Now it’s hard to fathom the thought that I lived 30 years of my life not listening to a single peep. Like waking up to the chirping of birds in the morning, the peep sounds are my signal to wind down for the evening. The time when I know to take a warm bath, to read a book, to knit, to lay in bed and just…listen. Relax. Decompress.
Everyday should be a peep frog day…