Thursday, March 4, 2010
Somewhere in the darkness lies a frog pond. In it a full choir of frogs sing. Their racket fills the damp night air and makes my heart sing too. A soft haze softens the moon’s edges and gives it an ethereal glow.
I’m walking down a country lane in the darkness. We just dropped off our friend, Eleanor, and now I have a few minutes to enjoy this moonlit night and the frogs (Pacific tree frogs) before Dale picks me up and we head home for supper.