An evening snow fell lightly, large flakes drifting east. Yet a small chorus of spring peepers cut in with their high-pitched staccato chirps telling us the spring house pond dwellers have awakened. It is, after all, April.
An evening snow fell lightly, large flakes drifting east. Yet a small chorus of spring peepers cut in with their high-pitched staccato chirps telling us the spring house pond dwellers have awakened. It is, after all, April.