1 May 2019 (peepers)

life lessons

beyond the school fence

chorus of peepers

May 1: Beltane

Venus shining

for a few more hours

spring peeper chorus

May 14: In Freedom

We were fortunate enough to eat out tonight at The Lost Kitchen, in a restored mill in Freedom. The historic, countryside setting, alongside the mill falls, enhanced a wonderful, locally sourced, creative spring dining experience. We left three-and-a-half hours later, sated, under a hazy, waxing moon in conjunction with Jupiter, the voices of frogs mingling with the sound of rushing water.

 

an exquisite meal

choruses of spring peepers

escort our drive home

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May 6: Signs of spring

After getting ice cream cones

we crack car windows

to hear the peepers.

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April 16: Spring night

At the end of a long drive:

chorus of peepers,

stars bright as flowers.

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September 9: River nocturne

Dusk on the river--

goldfinches finish chatting

--was that a peeper?

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May 1: Frog pond

My husband and I are spending the weekend at the Schoodic Institute, part of Acadia National Park in Down East Maine. This afternoon before dinner we walked through spruce woods to a small pond filled with singing frogs. They quieted when we showed up but eventually started up again, enveloping us in a music so loud we could feel the sound vibrate in our jaw bones. Our ears hurt by the time we left. Overhead, a raven chortled, used to it all.

 

Old frog pond--

we wait long enough

for the chorus to resume.

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April 19: Peepers

Even at one a.m.

we drive out of our way

to hear spring's first frogs.

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April 20: Waiting for woodcocks at Lily Pond

At dusk, hoping to catch the woodcock aerial mating display. We hear turkeys gobbling, geese and ducks, peepers, robins, blackbirds, and cardinals, and catch a glimpse of an eagle chasing an osprey, but no woodcocks on this chilly night.

 

All at once, frogs switch on,

and one by one

Mars, Jupiter, stars appear.

 

 

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June 20: Evening chorus

Tonight after an event at Cellardoor Winery out in the Lincolnville countryside, the moon was waxing fat and frogs sang just as loudly as two months ago.

Spring peepers singing,
still just as needy for love.
Midsummer's Eve.

April 12: A little spring snow

It happens every year, and we always express shock; you'd think we didn't know better. It always snows at least once in April. Even after the crocus have bloomed, peepers chorus among the cattails, and robins chortle in our back yards again, even after teenagers have been running around town in shorts for a week and someone has been considering swimming in the lake two days after official Ice Out, even after all that full-on spring-y stuff... the potential for snowfall has not diminished. And sure enough, today: ice pellets interspersed with rain and big wet flakes.

Full-blown flurries
while we watch the Masters,
envy its azaleas, lush greens.