My music tonight is the song of Pacific tree frogs in the wetlands near my house. My office window faces the stage.

My sons want to know why frogs advertising their manliness brings me joy. True enough. Silly, really.

“I’m here!”

“I’m here too!”

“Pick me!”

“No, me!”

Spring also means beautiful clouds, daffodils, blossoming trees . . .

Possibility.

The frogs persistently sing of possibility.

Worthy music, indeed!

A crocus from earlier this month.

Notice all the muddy ground.