Our daily rainstorms are getting a bit old. Grey days punctuated with heavy rainstorms do not make for a lively and happy summer. Tomorrow is supposed to be better, with no rain forecast at all. We plan to make the best of it by getting the kayaks out and paddling near the West River.
The wet conditions seem to be ideal for frogs, however. All of a sudden they are everywhere and their loud trilling (presumably mating calls) fill the night. The noise prompts Paul to get out the flashlight and see how many he can find in the trees and rocks by the pond.