Simple Pleasure Project, Day 45

Listening to the peepers sing. Poppy (my grandfather) always loved them too. It's kinda like an official marker of the warm season when the peepers start singing. It always makes me think of riding a canoe down some river in the midst of the woods under the light of a bright moon, while the peepers sing on the banks (I've never really ridden a canoe down a woodland river, but it's on my list of things to do someday).