The experience of springtime in childhood is uniquely special because the world itself is new to us—the march of time has only begun to unwrap for us the mysteries of the four seasons and the nuances of nature’s changing spirit.
It was always after a particularly harsh winter—like the one we’ve just had—that someone would rush in from outdoors and proclaim, “The peepers are out!” For those of us who endure the freezing Northeast winters, the peepers’ shrill call was like an “all clear” siren after an air raid, signaling that it was finally safe to venture out.
