The evening had also brought the return of the frog chorus, which continued to sing until a short time ago. The iciness is gone from the slow air, though it has not yet grown truly mild. The frogs will be pleased that another (and hopefully warmer) rain is on the way, expected before the weekend. Should the spring prove to be a damp one, this will be an excellent year for the frogs.
So I've had fog and frogs, and the coming evening may be sufficiently temperate to induce the cricket to begin singing once more. I might even be able to open the windows wide again this afternoon. The inevitable onset of spring pleases me, as always. I'm eager to sleep in greater comfort, less weighted down by blankets, and to be freed of the need to keep a jacket handy when I go outdoors by night. The sneezing induced by pollen will be little to pay for my liberation from the tyrannical weight of fabrics.