During the weekdays from Spring to Fall, I wake up to children joking on their way to school and fall asleep to frogs croaking in the rice fields.
These 2 sounds are the bookends to my day.
On weekends and holidays I am bookendless …
and don’t have those annoying kids waking me up so damn early every morning!
I kind of miss the frogs in the Winter though.
note: frogs don’t croak when they croak.
double note:
Margaret, are you grieving
Over Goldengrove unleaving?
“No it’s those bloody kids outside the window again!”
(apologies to Gerald Manley Hopkins)
I Am The Cheese 