Ever since the snows subsided,
there has been a steady upsurge in the annual Frog Chorus. We enjoy a ringside seat every time we open the little wood-framed window above the kitchen sink; rolling up sleeves & relieving the washing-up bowl of cloudy puffs of steam, plunging chore-chilled hands into the welcome warmth of breakfast’s soap-sudded water.
The tentative Spring sunshine filters in gold-shimmering slivers through the misted glass whilst I sleepily plonk the copper kettle to boil on the hob, for yet another (hopefully) restorative cup of gently-perfumed Earl Grey tea. It’s always a dignified start to a myriad day of smart business suits mingled with sloppy farm garb: metamorphosing from pristine-clean to exhausted & crud-encrusted in the blink of a caprine eye, if needs be.
I am truly grateful, for this amphibian interlude. Such long, tiring, extensive, working hours (& I work – & I mean, work: hard, physical labour peppered with Olympian mental gymnastics for approximately 20 hours per day, every single day) would make even the most energetic of souls, feel jaded at times.
So the fresh green shoots which are gradually appearing on the boughs of the bushes & trees, & the emerald duckweed floating ever-more expansively on the pond, are a different shade of vibrant jade; interspersed with the ever-watchful bejewelled eyes of the frogs just peeping above the water’s surface.
The cacophanic croaking from those froggy throats is positively tranquillising, & never fails to soothe my shattered nerves. Today I was walking down through the orchard after touring the fields when I heard that hypnotic rhythm; & it lulled me into a relaxing, appreciative pause.
There are big, gelatinous gobbets of frogspawn floating in the pond; so evidently all that wooing hasn’t been for naught.
And with tender crocus buds peeping through the withered winter grass amidst the bare fruit trees, the promise of a warmer season – however tenuous – is sufficient to lift the most tired heart & put a Spring back into welly boots which have, for all too many months, been slogging through dark days & heavy mud….