March 1st

Nature whispers time,

Murmurs in trees, ponds and earth,

The colour of spring.

 

Went for another run today, in the moors of course. It was another lovely day. I missed the frogs, which were mating today. Debbie saw them when she went on her walk, they go quiet when they see a disturbance, but if you stay perfectly still they start to croak and splash around, writhing in huge knotty bundles, the poor female squished in the middle of the amphibian ball. I might take a gander tomorrow, a leisurely stroll, to see if I can see them too. Not because I make a habit of watching animals getting it on, but because it’s one of the most interesting and amazing sights and sounds of spring, in the microcosm of the moors. I’m so happy and lucky to live in the countryside. The transition of winter to spring is one of the best times of year (only bettered by Spring itself!).

For now, here is a video of Mark Hollis’ “The Colour of Spring”, from his solo album, today’s haiku is in this songs honour, I cannot fail but be moved when I listen to it. Shame he dropped out of the music business. He was, and I assume still is, a genius. I’ll forgive him supporting Spurs because of that..

And if you want to see an example of frogs mating, please visit this blog of mine, from 2007. My writing style was a bit more provocative and irreverent then! (yes, more irreverent). So I hope you will forgive that :). But there is a video of the frogs mating, childishly entitled “Frogs Porn”