Tuesday, May 27, 2025. 72.5*
So many birds singing, so many leaves painting the trees and the sun that blessed vessel of warmth and happiness. What a day to be alive!
Last night, I sat in the living room after my shower, through the screen door I heard the peepers begin one joining another until they were a full chorus. Is there an appointed choirmaster or can anyone of them begin singing because it is time?
We believe in the return of birds, the chorus of peepers. We believe snow comes before winter and stays days into spring. We believe things we have experienced but what of the things unseen? I did not see any birds this morning; I heard their voices. I’ve never seen a peeper.
How much proof do you need? Listen.
Photo: LJ Austin
