Every year since we moved into the house, ten years ago, right around now the frogs start to sing when the sun goes down.
And every year I wait for it.
It's a magical sound, like a cross between the chirping of the birds and the sound crickets make, and everyone who hears it is entranced by it. They come out on the cool nights of May (thank goodness for those cool nights!) and are gone by early June.
Tonight as I sit here feeling so very grateful for all the beauty that spring lavishes on me, I'm listening to my frogs and letting all the wonderful memories their beautiful sound evokes wash over me.