Driving home . . . March 23, 2012
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. . . on these weirdly warm spring nights, I roll past the ponds, roll down the windows, let the calls of frenzied frogs fill my ears.
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Route 153
an all-night star-filled sky, a Queen Anne Victorian in an old slate town
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Wow. They’re loud.
So when you talk about peepers, they’re frogs? I love learning about life in Vermont.
Yes! Frogs! And now it’s turned cold again…
We went out twice to hear hear the peepers at a local park in the past few weeks. I thank you guys for reminding me about peepers a few years ago.