Tiny spring peepers,

Sometimes known as pinkletinks,

Tell me spring is here.

Click to view YouTube video:  “Spring Peepers“

From Wikipedia:

A spring peeper (Pseudacris crucifer) is a small chorus frog widespread throughout the eastern USA and Canada.

The spring peeper is a small species, attaining an adult size between 0.75 inches (19 mm) and 1 inch (25 mm) long. They have a dark cross on their backs roughly in the shape of an “X” (thus the Latin name crucifer, meaning cross-bearer), though sometimes the marking may be indistinct. [...] This frog has a vocal sac located by its throat, which expands and deflates like a balloon to create a short and distinct peeping sound. Only males have the ability to make this loud high-pitched noise, and they use it to attract mates.

On Martha’s Vineyard, peepers are commonly called “pinkletinks”; in New Brunswick, Canada, they are called “tinkletoes.”

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Snow’s melting. Again.

Only small patches remain.

When will it return?

Jones Falls, Owen Sound, Ontario, Canada

(photo by R.G.Daniel – March 25, 2007)

One life is fragile.

But life itself is robust,

and won’t be denied.

(originally published on Feb 17, republished in honour of yesterday’s cat “incident”)

Picnic in the mist.

Where have all the people gone?

Table waits, alone.

Arrowhead Provincial Park, Ontario, Canada. Click here for more.

Click here to see where this picture was taken.

Vernal equinox -

days and nights are now the same,

but still too damn cold.

YouTube video: Can -- Vernal Equinox

Disingenuous

This blue sky which seems so fair

still has winter’s teeth

"Overhang" by rgdaniel [?]

Some Flickr photos tagged “blue, sky, winter”:
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It’s minus fifteen

Glad I’m not a brass monkey

If you catch my drift…

Some Flickr photos tagged “monkey”:
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It’s snowing again

Surely winter’s almost done?

Don’t call me Shirley

Nature can be harsh

Therefore writing about it

can also be harsh

One life is fragile.

But life itself is robust,

and won’t be denied.