This morning while I stood on the back deck telling Chance goodbye and feeding Maddie doggy biscuits, I heard a little something that made me stand up and listen hard. Peepers, chirping softly in the pond in the bottom at my brother's home. Not so many yet, but they will only continue to multiply over the next few weeks until there is a symphony of baritones, tenors and bassos to hear each time we walk outdoors.
This evening I went out on the front porch with a cup of hot cocoa to enjoy while I fed the pets and then I heard another familiar sound of the season. Honking. A deep vee appeared in the sky and moved northward over the house. Weezie, Tracey, the geese are on their way dears. The long season is nearly over and done.