Our vernal pools are overflowing with enchanting reflections. It’s almost disorienting to slosh through a stockade of reflected woods, especially in the areas that are dense with tall spruce and balsam firs that have lost their lower branches.
I haven’t seen or heard any amphibians yet, but it’s been chilly. In the area that you see here, we usually have springtime performances of intense medieval cantatas from our large wood frog tabernacle choir. During the last two years here, for some inexplicable (but no doubt environmentally nefarious) reason, few salamanders have returned. I’m hoping for a resurgence of these silent amphibians in 2024. (Images taken in Brooklin, Maine, on March 19, 2024.)