I’ve been rushing about, leaping from one task to another. April has kept me hopping, between preparing prints and hanging them for my show which opens this week, planting seeds and transplanting my veggies starts to the garden, doing our income tax returns, and a long list of other “must-do’s”.
Fortunately, after each busy day, sleep has come quite easily, thanks to the steady nighttime music provided by the Pacific Chorus frogs (AKA Pacific Tree frogs) who have been hanging out at our pond. For the past six weeks the males’ lusty courting songs have filled our night air – a stimulating sound for the lady frogs, but more like a lullaby for me. (Here’s a link to their calls if you’re curious.)
With April almost over, we’re now in a time of transition. The short pauses between songs are getting longer and the nighttime voices fewer. Soon our yard will be quiet at night – but that won’t mean the frogs have deserted us. They may be leaving the pond, but they’re not going far.
By August we’ll delight in finding tree frogs of all sizes everywhere in our garden, enjoying the warmth of the sunshine or the cool of the “rain” that the sprinkler has delivered. They sometimes land on us when we walk under the apple trees, and we find them inside our compost tea barrel when we lift the lid to water the tomatoes.
Other times, they’ll just be hanging out on a gently swaying leaf, like the fellow in the photo above – enjoying the moment, or perhaps contemplating what the next great leap will bring.