Before I get into any low-down, dreary nooze–if I get into it at all today–here’s a sure harbinger of spring: you can hear the spring peepers.
My editor, Susan, has a patch of boggy ground next door; and when the peepers come out of hibernation to mate and lay eggs, Susan calls me on the phone so I can hear the peepers singing.
God has not troubled Himself with giving them a calendar; He has created them so that they never miss their time.
God’s stuff always works. It’s our stuff that has all the problems.