Saturday, March 20, 2010
The ice on the pond across from us went out this week. And this morning, as dawn broke, I walked with dogs on frosty grass. And I heard it, the sound I have been waiting for... loons calling. The open water has called them back.
If you have never heard a loon, cut and paste this link so you can know the magic of the sound.
The first time I remember hearing loons was on our honeymoon. I was bewitched. I still am. How I would have loved to know that I would be here now, 26 years later, hearing the same tune and thrilling to it just the same. Loon calls and love, I have them still.