The Peepers Return!
A couple of weeks ago the spring peepers started singing. The first day I heard them was chilly and gray, and I thought, huh? But they they were, singing. Oh, it’s joyful to hear them, and a relief—fragile tiny frogs still alive and on schedule, despite what we’re doing to the planet—a sound that feels reliable and, to my New England ears, harkens back all the way to babyhood. I want to fill my ears and my heart and soul with this sound, as much as I can, so when I paint these days one requirement is that they be in earshot.
Pumpkin Hollow here in Conway checks that box, with its wetlands, and I love that yellow house in every season, so there I returned just before sunset, and made this painting, and I’m calling it Spring Singing, Pumpkin Hollow, for reasons explained above.
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