September 6
Sitting on the concrete porch listening to the late summer evening. Early visitors were the cardinals who were constant companions. There were several babies this year and now their chorus is full. Then the cicadas began followed by katydids and tree frogs. The sounds of lawn mowers fade away as darkening takes over. I will wait for the owls.
The time of the fireflies is done and the songs of the crickets have arrived. This is the beginning of my great longing. As Autumn nears the primitive need to ready for winter grows strong. If I had a fireplace I would be worrying if there were enough logs split and dry. The bounty of the garden would need to be canned and soups would be prepared for the freezer. I would walk through the room that serves as my library checking on my stash. Is there enough to carry me through a long winter?
Ahh, my inner child whispers. Not yet. Not yet. Sit and watch for shooting stars. The owls have not said good evening and the katydids are still singing.
The time of the fireflies is done and the songs of the crickets have arrived. This is the beginning of my great longing. As Autumn nears the primitive need to ready for winter grows strong. If I had a fireplace I would be worrying if there were enough logs split and dry. The bounty of the garden would need to be canned and soups would be prepared for the freezer. I would walk through the room that serves as my library checking on my stash. Is there enough to carry me through a long winter?
Ahh, my inner child whispers. Not yet. Not yet. Sit and watch for shooting stars. The owls have not said good evening and the katydids are still singing.
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