This past weekend, J and I walked at Broadmoor Wildlife Sanctuary, where we heard a single spring peeper singing. It was a lonely sound, but if one peeper is singing by day, there must be many more singing after dark.
Whenever I hear even one spring peeper, I think of May Sarton’s Plant Dreaming Deep. When Sarton first moved to New Hampshire, someone told her the winters are interminable there, but just when she’d give up all hope of Spring ever coming, she’d hear spring peepers. Hearing the peepers is a sign Spring would eventually arrive.
Yesterday was the first day of astronomical spring, and although there is no snow on the ground, the mornings are still cold. I haven’t worn sandals yet this year, but I will, eventually. I might doubt the arrival of that day, but the spring peepers know.
Hoarded Ordinaries 
Mar 21, 2023 at 12:42 pm
We’re at the downhill part of March here in Seoul. At first, it was warm during the day but cold at night. Now, you can walk around in short sleeves at night (at least I can) and not be bothered. Korea has 4-month summers and winters, leaving little time for its most beautiful seasons, spring and fall. I’ve never made a study of birds and plants, here or in the States, which is my loss because there’s such a great variety of both here. Enjoy those peepers while ye may.
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