I've seen robins, starlings and red-winged blackbirds. The eagles are flying as well as the Canadian geese and the Snow geese. But spring isn't really here until the toads sing. They are the equivalant of the "Fat Lady".
Today was a lovely 65° and after work I went out to get some work done in the garden. Instead I mostly chatted with the neighbor. The socializing was much needed. But after we were finished, I took a can of garden depris to the compost bin and I heard in the background that noise that I've been waiting to hear. It came from the run-off pond beyond the rear of my property and I smiled. Spring had definitely sprung with the song of the toads. Or should I say, "The Fat Lady Sang."
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