Good morning! It’s Thursday, and it’s the last day of August. Stand with me at the edge of the field, and let’s listen to the sounds together. (Just tap the right-pointing triangle up top and make sure your volume is turned up.) “The crickets felt it was their duty to warn everybody that summertime cannot last forever.”
I do love crickets. Hardly ever see (or hear!) one in western Washington, but we do have frogs❣️😄🙏 (I heard a kind of “barking”: crows? In MY yard it wd be Steller’s jays, most likely...)
End of season crickets, beautiful. When I see bumbles, I wonder if they are the great great grandchildren of bumbles that have come to feed on my plants in years past.😌💖
On my hikes I’m always wondering, “who walked here before me?” Or “who has seen this tree and how old is it?” It’s always so exhilarating to come up with my own tales or ideas about who has been here, touched a tree, moved the dirt.
Gosh those fall sounds. Somehow it looks different this year? Maybe the rising sea level? Of just that I didn’t get there this year? I’ll smell my balsam pillow!❤️
I’d like to believe we are definitely listening to the great great grand crickets of EB White’a crickets!
Anytime I hear crickets I immediately think of my beloved father in law who passed away years ago. He hated crickets to the point it was actually comical! Their house had a sunroom that was where he kept his tv to watch sports and the crickets would inevitably invade. My husband and I would giggle so hard at his booming voice muttering about crickets. So now that he’s gone anytime I hear crickets I think of him.
Even though I'm way over in the most western part of NY state, I can hear them also! My great-grandparents are buried in the same cemetery as E.B. White, so maybe they have sent the chorus my way.
August always makes me think of EB White -- his children stories read all summer, the fair that WIlbur must go to I am sure is late August like the one in my hometown, and of course Elements of Style tossed on the pile of books to take back to college
Cool, I'll bet those crickets ARE related! Such a soothing sound.
Above: not my pic! 🤷🏻♀️
I do love crickets. Hardly ever see (or hear!) one in western Washington, but we do have frogs❣️😄🙏 (I heard a kind of “barking”: crows? In MY yard it wd be Steller’s jays, most likely...)
End of season crickets, beautiful. When I see bumbles, I wonder if they are the great great grandchildren of bumbles that have come to feed on my plants in years past.😌💖
On my hikes I’m always wondering, “who walked here before me?” Or “who has seen this tree and how old is it?” It’s always so exhilarating to come up with my own tales or ideas about who has been here, touched a tree, moved the dirt.
Gosh those fall sounds. Somehow it looks different this year? Maybe the rising sea level? Of just that I didn’t get there this year? I’ll smell my balsam pillow!❤️
I love the quote! We have a symphony of crickets outside the bedroom window. They stay up late!
Thank you, Clara! This sounds like my neighborhood.
Thank you so much for sharing your world with us. Calm just washed over me as I listened.
I’d like to believe we are definitely listening to the great great grand crickets of EB White’a crickets!
Anytime I hear crickets I immediately think of my beloved father in law who passed away years ago. He hated crickets to the point it was actually comical! Their house had a sunroom that was where he kept his tv to watch sports and the crickets would inevitably invade. My husband and I would giggle so hard at his booming voice muttering about crickets. So now that he’s gone anytime I hear crickets I think of him.
I love the idea of a grand-cricket!
Goodbye summer! It’s still hot but the sound says here comes Autumn.
Even though I'm way over in the most western part of NY state, I can hear them also! My great-grandparents are buried in the same cemetery as E.B. White, so maybe they have sent the chorus my way.
August always makes me think of EB White -- his children stories read all summer, the fair that WIlbur must go to I am sure is late August like the one in my hometown, and of course Elements of Style tossed on the pile of books to take back to college
thank you...what is in the background? geese?
Apparently, I didn’t fully know quite how much I needed to exhale. Thank you, Clara, for giving me the vehicle that allowed me to do that.