Last night, during farm chores, I heard it— a new, yet familiar sound. The pond was alive with the sound of croaking frogs.
It’s one of nature’s quiet announcements that winter is loosening its grip. Frogs don’t sing until the soil and water have warmed and the nights stay mild enough to promise safety. Their calls mean breeding season has begun, insects are returning, and the land is waking up beneath our feet.
When we spend our days outdoors, these moments don’t go unnoticed. We begin to hear the subtle changes, to watch the seasons unfold not by a calendar, but by sound, smell, and instinct. As Ecclesiastes reminds us, “To everything there is a season, and a time to every purpose under heaven.”
These signs are also helpful guides in the garden. The frog song is a good reminder that it’s time to begin working the soil again.
I’ll be getting intermediate-day onion sets into the ground now, with potatoes soon to follow.
Frogs singing = Spring whispering. Spring has found its voice again.
Happy gardening to you!