Frog Song

Winter is fading rapidly into spring.

Cattails' ragged remains soon will be Nature's compost.

The roadside tree-trimming has begun again. During weekdays, it can be found everywhere. Trucks and equipment are again filling potholes and repairing chewed off edges of the narrow roads, as well. I think twice about my routes.

Early in the week flowers began appearing on Marge's landscape...

And at Rhapsody Ridge...

By mid to the end of the week I was taking afternoon walks again at RR with Aidan. Past the lower pasture in the neighbor's field, there is a small pond that is brim full right now with all the rains.

Aidan helped try for some frog action shots. The frogs are deafening...








And we managed a couple stills as well...

It's Spring Break for Keoni and Caroline. She spent a few days at RR for R&R.

Keoni will be performing at Warminster before he returns to Mercer.

Every day is R&R at RR for Toby.

Keoni managed to score two evenings at Kimmel Center for the Philly Orchestra's performance of Mahler's Eighth. His description made me think of what a very fine thing it is that we live in this proximity to Philadelphia.

By week's end.

The warm days are see-sawing with some gloom and rain, but temps remain above freezing. I haven't seen much of the fish in Marge's pond but am trusting they're there below the leaves blown on top the bird net over the pond.

Watching one season blending into another is endlessly engrossing. And at all times, the outdoors draws me into the complexities and wonders of the planet we share, and beyond dust fuzzies.