Summer will soon be ending. Just this morning, I rode by a tree that always has the most vivid color when it is at its peak in the Fall. Even though it is still August, a tiny edge of color was beginning to show and a cool breeze was blowing today in the Blue Ridge Mountains.
An elderly lady said she was beginning to hear the “crickets in the trees” and to her over the years that meant that Fall was just at the door. She could have meant crickets or cicadas. But typically, cicadas call during the day, and what we’re hearing at night are crickets and katydids. Regardless of the name, the sound definitely brings pleasure. It is restful, delightful, intriguing and delightful…and even to some ears piercing.
These are descriptive words only, but we can also look at the crickets’ sounds…and even wonder what they would taste like as culinary delights. We are not talking survival here but for some a great business adventure as shown with the roasting of crickets.
How does one actually describe the sounds of the night: insects, wind, rain, thunder, owls and much more. We also have trouble describing the seasons and God’s creation within the seasons. What does it feel like to have the sun beat down on one’s face? What is the sound of the crisp leaves under our feet in the Fall.
Lady Jane Austin had something to say about Fall:
“Her pleasure in the walk must arise from the exercise and the day, from the view of the last smiles of the year upon the tawny leaves and withered hedges, and from repeating to herself some few of the thousand poetical descriptions extant of autumn–that season of peculiar and inexhaustible influence on the mind of taste and tenderness–that season which has drawn from every poet worthy of being read some attempt at description, or some lines of feeling.”
She also had something to say about LOVE….however we are off the subject a bit.
How do we express the sounds of winter? Would it be calm, crisp, cold and silent? Do the cattle sound louder and the crickets are silent? The chirping crickets of autumn are making certain that plenty of their own kind will be there to greet the spring.
Whatever we feel, in order to feel anything…we must be silent. Restfulness of the mind is a replenishment of life. In winter the saps in the trees are resting. The animals and birds have retreated to a warmer place. Many have gone into hibernation as must the crickets throughout the cold months.
FOR YOUR PLEASURE, from Boyer Writes, the video below provides hours and hours of sounds in the day and night…in the trees and in the other parts of the earth. I would suggest that whatever you are doing this day, click on this video and allow it to run the sound from one video to the next. Take a glance occasionally at the pictures. You won’t be disappointed.