|If Photos had sound, you'd be deafened by the frogs hidden here|
The chain squeaks occasionally as the hammock swing slowly twist. I am sitting on my back porch late in the afternoon of Saint Patrick’s Day. I’m glad for the screen, for it keeps the mosquitoes away. It’s been a warm day and I relax listening to a dozen species of birds sing. I can hear cars on the highway, but that’s the other side of the house and I can’t see them. Occasionally the familiar putt-putt-putt of a Harley Davidson is heard, another sign that spring is at hand. I’ve never own a motorcycle, but if I ever do get one, it’ll be a BMW as I see no need to advertise my presence long before I arrive. Across the field kids are playing outside. They’re a new family who just recently moved in. Two are quite small, and an older girl in a bathing suit with long white legs chases the younger ones down with a squirt gun. Back home this sky would be called “Carolina Blue.” There’s not a cloud in the sky and 30,000 feet up there is a small contrail left behind an east bound jet. I close my eyes and concentrate on the birds and soon fall asleep for a quick doze. All is well in the world except that it’s weird to be outside in shorts and flip-flops this early in the year. It is still astronomical winter and generally I’m shoveling snow this time of the year.
Earlier in the week, I spent some time exploring the Wau Ke Na Preserve near South Haven, over on Lake Michigan. For mid-March, I was amazed at the sound of so many frogs in the ponds nestled in the site. Wau Ke Na means "forest by the water" and is a large tract of land under care of the Southwest Michigan Land Conservancy.
|Geese take flight (Wau Ke Na Preserve)|