Tuesday, March 16, 2010

The Start

It's not a gun. And it's not the crocus - they're erratic and prone to jump the clock. Forsythia will do it, but they're not here yet. Not snowdrops; too early to rise. No, I agree with my friend Steve. It's the small ultra-sound 'peep' coming from the woods around my house. A tiny signal from a small frog. I heard it just now in the gloaming. A small peep and a big smile.

It's the start of the striper season and I'm going fishing.

Tight lines to all.


1 comment:

  1. Ann and I always keep an ear towards those first spring peeps. She beat me this year hearing her first about a day before I did. A lovely evening symphony.