[Magdalen] Spring comes to the Vineyard

[Marion Thompson]

And what will the peepers do now, poor things?  ☹  I loved hearing them in Whitevale where there was so much wet land with the creek and the old mill race and everything.  And the other ones that sounded like quacking ducklings.  And the annual toad chorus.  I don’t get that here where I am now.

The sap must be rising in us!  I was out for a bit today cutting down taller garden debris while the ground is still frozen under ever-less snow,  and  nearly all my parking pad is free of ice around the edges.

Marion, a pilgrim

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From: Jay Weigel
Sent: Monday, March 18, 2019 4:50 PM
To: magdalen at herb.erthouse.org
Subject: Re: [Magdalen] Spring comes to the Vineyard

My  next door neighbor in Tennessee built a pond. For years they had
peepers. I loved them. The pond is filled in now, I noticed on my last
visit down there. :(

On Mon, Mar 18, 2019 at 4:37 PM ME Michaud <michaudme at gmail.com> wrote:

> When I was little, Mom used to hand out blankets and drive us around the
> seacoast area, windows rolled down, in the spring dark. Whenever she heard
> peepers, she'd pull off the road and we'd sit under the spell, listening.
> We did this every year.
>
> And I still do. Have done this all my life.
> Weird, I guess, but I just love to listen to them.
> The gf says they sound just like jinglebells.
>
> We plan to do our annual peeper run early this year.
> But I've heard them as late as Mother's Day.
> -M
>
>
> On Monday, March 18, 2019, Grace Cangialosi <gracecan at gmail.com> wrote:
>
> > What an absolutely wonderful word! “Peepers” sounds so pedestrian by
> > comparison!
> >
> >
>