I went for a run out at Buck Pond campground yesterday. The car thermometer said 68, but I don’t put a ton of trust in those things. They’re part of the car, which is warm, so how can it be an accurate reading?

Anyway, it was a beautiful day to be out there. Pico and I were jogging down toward the beach when one of the benefits of being a truly slow runner popped up: I saw a teeny-tiny turtle.

It was only as big as my ring, or about the size of a quarter. I snapped a few pictures and we continued, slowly, down to the beach where the loons were already calling.

On our way back, I started to hear this sound that I hadn’t heard on the way in. There’s a little kettle-hole pond on the side of the road, and the frogs were going crazy.

It appears that spring is indeed, here.