Every year I can’t wait for the winter thaw and the first warm day to listen to the spring peepers (tiny frogs). I find even the tiniest puddle and it’s deafening.
The first chirp of birds before 5:30 a.m. has got to be my favorite. The sun isn’t up yet, my alarm is set so I can open a window. I wait patiently, then finally, chirp. Wait, wait, wait, chirp. Then another, then back to the first, I know the cardinal, the robin, another cardinal. And, so it starts.
Then, I get excited about the crickets on hot summer nights.
Although it’s the end of September, as I sit here I am hearing a thunderstorm, crickets and locusts.
Summer is over now for us in Ohio. Soon we’ll get to experience the Silence of Fall.