I want to be honest with you about the Wilder Edge: this is the part of the backyard that asks the most of you. Not because it's dangerous if you're careful β it isn't. But because it asks you to slow all the way down and look before you step, reach, or sit. Every single time.
But oh, the rewards for those who come here carefully. The sound of the Spring Peepers on the first warm March night is something I've been hearing for seventy years and it still makes me catch my breath. Tootie stands perfectly still at the fence when she hears them. The frogs make her quiet. That tells you something.