One great thing about living of a cranberry bog is that way, way earlier than anywhere else - it begins. The peepers are here and singing! It might still be in the 40s here, but damn, it sure sounds like a summer evening out there. My bedroom window faces the bog and is about 25 or 30 feet away from it's edge. We can crack the window open and fall asleep listening to them.
Ahhh, pseudo-summer.
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