||[Feb. 15th, 2017|10:53 pm]
Wind is making the pine trees hum, and a few perfunctory sprinkles have fallen, harbingers of the rain that will begin sometime after midnight. It's getting colder again, but nowhere near cold enough to bring snow at this elevation. It will be colder still next week, and the snow level will get lower, but still probably not this low. There's still a possibility of snow here this year, but the chances grow slimmer as we approach March. I have seen snow here after the vernal equinox, but only twice in thirty years, so odds are low that we'll get any this year.|
I think I'm going to remember this as the winter of the frogs. I've heard them almost every night, thanks to the combination of a lot of rain and comparatively moderate temperatures which have kept the amphibians active. The chorus is audible tonight, though a bit less loud than it was on those recent nights when it was a bit warmer. The frog songs are likely to stop altogether early next week when nocturnal temperatures fall near zero again. But they are bound to return once the nights warm again.
Something I didn't hear today was my kitchen telephone. I have a phone in the back bedroom as well, but when it rang this afternoon I headed for the kitchen as usual, as that one is hand held and doesn't tether me to the wall. As I approached the kitchen the sound diminished and I realized that the kitchen phone wasn't ringing, so I back tracked to the bedroom to answer the call there. When I returned to the kitchen I checked the wall plug and sure enough, the telephone was unplugged. Portia! How many times have I told you not to play with the phone cord? Ah, well, at least I don't have to get anew battery for the thing, which is what I'd first feared might be needed.
Tonight will be another soup night, not only because it's cold, but because my sleep schedule was catawampus again today and I'm running out of time and won't be able to cook anything. It's a good thing soup got invented. Not to mention cans.