Ah, the sound of frogs on a rainy evening. Tonight it is the Fowler's Toad. It was about this time last year that the Cope's Gray Treefrog caught my attention on a rainy spring evening. What a primal sound that humbles and beckons us to feel our true nature.
8:00 a.m. on Queen's Creek |
A beautiful way to end a Saturday. The day began with a Bird Walk at New Quarter, then planting in the rain garden, a salad of fresh greens from my garden and strawberries from the Williamsburg Farmer's Market for dinner, now reading and listening.
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