I had a bit of a surprise this morning before work. On my last trip upstairs to my bedroom to retrieve some socks, I was greeted by a frog (a small tree frog to be exact) on the floor between the bed and dresser. Poor fellow looked a bit thin and let me pick him up without a fuss. At first I was concerned that there was an opening in the house, which of course, made no sense to me. Then it became clear. I had taken my air conditioner out of the bedroom window on Sunday and being a tree frog, he had climbed up the front of Rauhallinen Farm and planted himself on the unit. This means the poor fellow spent two days in the walk-in closet that was left open this morning, allowing his escape and discovery. The front of the house is a regular place for tree frogs all summer, due to the good grip they get on the stone and the proximity of a large flower bed overflowing with insects. As my computer desk is in that room, I am serenaded most evenings by their lovely trill (listen and watch below). When he was released off the patio, he quickly edged under the porch and is likely, by now, completely gorged with all the flies that have been trying to get into the house. I am thinking I would rather be met by a kindly tree frog first thing in the morning in lieu of many other people I know….He is likely to remember his two days in my walk in closet akin to a bad tree frog dream. Soon he will be hibernating and his very temporary landlord with be dealing with firewood and wood pellets for seven months. This time of the year I look forward to it, but my writing will always reflect a wearisome attitude towards the infamous winters of the Upper Peninsula by March, when downstate is experiencing Spring and we still have four feet on the ground.