Fen Frog Frolic

The gale-force winds didn’t deter us from checking out the Fen after being cooped up with depressing politics all winter.  The frog choir was almost deafening!  There were peepers and other chorus frogs resounding across the wetlands.  Masses of dry cattails rattled in the wind, while birds fluttered through them.  The water was high and rushing over the beaver dams.  Lots of skunk cabbage, pussy willows, and others were starting to show.  We almost blew away.

We blew all the way home, where I made an Indian meal to warm us up—urad dal with carrots, a spicy vegetable curry, and basmati rice.

Here is a scene looking out past my aloe to a red-budding maple tree.  That’s all I have today.


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