My husband and I always write on our calendar the first day we hear spring peepers.  Two choruses of peepers live by the creek near our house, and at the height of spring, we can even hear them chirrup from our deck.  Spring arrived late this year, but even then the peepers were on time: right in the middle of March.

Even so, I haven’t made it down to the creek to hear them as often as I’d like.  Then last night I was leaving the library after a meeting and was enveloped by a distant chorus.  Up close, an army of peepers can be high-pitched and bracing, but at a distance the sound feels more mellow.  I wound up rolling down my windows in the library parking lot and just listening.