None of my sons got excited when I pointed out that the spring peepers were singing, so tonight I called my Smart Beautiful Wonderful Daughter. She didn't answer her cell phone, so I left a message, holding the phone out the open window to record the singing and trilling of the peepers, that wonderful mysterious sound of spring. When she called me back, she was laughing.
"Mom, that was the weirdest phone call I’ve ever gotten."
"The spring peepers!" I said, "Could you hear them? I held the phone out the window."
"Yeah, I knew about them already, though."
"What?" I asked, surprised. "Can you hear them where you are?"
"No," she said, "I read about them on your blog."