I was enjoying a few minutes in the pool, in between rain events on Wednesday, when I heard it the first time this year.
That unmistakable sound that provides all the reminder I need that summer is at it’s midway point.
When we were kids, the insects that were called locusts by our parents would sing each summer, and legend had it that their first appearance meant the first frost was 6 weeks away.
Over the years I learned that the familiar buzzing sound that punctuates the night time air from mid July through mid September is the result of what are actually “dog day cicadas”.
This variety shows up each summer, and the singers we hear are males who according to the Farmers Almanac make noise to annoy potential predators.
I’m pretty sure that we’re a little more than 6 weeks away from the first frost, and personally I hope it’s still months away.
That’s the way I see it.