Sitting on the porch under the fan, reading the New Yorker while I wait for the delayed Mexico-Ecuador game to start. The forest is loud with treefrogs (a Cope’s gray treefrog is what I found in the flower garden before).
Sitting on the porch under the fan, reading the New Yorker while I wait for the delayed Mexico-Ecuador game to start. The forest is loud with treefrogs (a Cope’s gray treefrog is what I found in the flower garden before).