The summer drought ended today and the frogs are beside themselves. Loud bellowing from every hollow. Crazy birds I’ve never heard before are nattering at each other. Trees are flush with colour and the ground, finally relaxed, lets go of all the rich smells and creatures it was holding.
But the frogs. My god what a racket. On the couch, my belly full with dinner, I can’t help but wonder how they don’t throw up with all that effort.