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Saturday, July 7, 2012
First crickets of this year
Seriously. Until a couple of hours before midnight, I had not heard a single cricket all year. Further, this is the first year that I can remember NOT hearing the frogs announcing that spring had arrived. Very weird. I am usually outside until the late hours of every day; this has been the year of the silent nights.
"The Year of Silent Nights" sounds like a good title for the book you always wanted to write.
ReplyDeleteGrace and peace.