Yesterday was one of those sublime early spring days - we spent the mild sunny midday clearing wild rose, rebuilding stone walls and picnicing in the old orchard. A musical chorus arose from the other side of the wall where low-lying meadowland dotted with vernal pools offered ideal breeding grounds for spring peepers, toads, and other frogs. The males' mating calls sounded at full volume. The chirps, clicks, and duck-like rasping sounds rose and fell, the din filling the senses and reminding us of our nights in the Amazonian jungle. With binoculars we could see dozens of little black frogs poking out of the water, their yellow stripes and bulging eyes clearly visible. One more memorable encounter with the natural world that is so easily accessible here at the farm.
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