That Sound

You know that sound you hear in September in the Midwest – the one that gently buzzes from the grass?! When you hear it, you know it is familiar; you instinctively know that this sound is ancient. It’s the grasshoppers and the crickets and all the late Summer insects singing their last hoorah.

I love that sound. It reminds me that the Earth is alive, all over, every bit of it. I think it is because that sound is so constant. It goes on without interruption and even carries on into the night with more crickets and katydids. It is as if the Midwestern land is saying, “Summer may be coming to an end, but I won’t waste a single precious moment!”

And isn’t that just how we feel too? As Summer comes to an end, we get one last chance to relish the warm weather, sunshine, and peaceful breeze. I’ve always said that September is my favorite month in Indiana. The weather is absolutely perfect. The light casts gorgeous rays of warmth and color. Gardens and fields are over-flowing with bounty. Yet it is bitter-sweet because we know that in a mere 60 days, everything will be different.

The long days of Summer can trick us. We get so used to having sunlight until 9 or 10 at night; It seems those carefree days just go on forever. September reminds us so gently that change is coming.

So…get out there and enjoy those last rays; spend every minute you can outside. You’ll be glad you did come November. And listen to the trills of the crickets throughout the month – they sound different day by day.