One of the nice things I've been able to do in my 10 years of blogging is record when I hear the first crickets chirping each year.
The chirp of the crickets is the first sign of fall coming, and it always makes me a little sad. I like to think summer is endless. What a fantasy (here in upstate New York.)
I didn't start out intending to do this, but it's turned out to be quite a record, this almost annual occasion I used to call "C" Day.
Here are some cricket milestones of the past:
July 29, 2009
July 22, 2010
July 30, 2011
then, there were two dates in 2012, perhaps due to an early spring
May 21, 2012
July 25, 2012
August 3, 2014
July 28, 2015
July 24, 2016
July 31, 2018
Something strange happened in July of 2010, but they were here for good by July 22.
This year, 2019? I thought I heard them last week. Yesterday morning, I knew. I heard them. It's official. July 8, 2019.
Will they go away and come back later in the month, as they did in 2012? No telling.
It's time for what I think of as the second half of summer. But wait! The first half has barely begun!
My blog, with the Garden Bloggers Bloom Day meme I participate in each 15th of the month has become a kind of garden journal. I'm no good at diaries or journals, but blogging is something I do keep up with. For now, anyway.
So, what does this pattern of dates mean? Not much, perhaps. There are other markers of changing climate, such as the trees turning color later and later each year. Also, the fall color show seems to be getting worse and worse.
But for now, I know the end of summer is approaching. It isn't here yet. But it will be. Nature has reminded us, year after year, that nothing is permanent.
Nooooo....summer has just begun.....don't tell me it's going to end!
ReplyDeleteThis is very early. Last year it fell on my birthday :) Although, I did have a cricket in my room a few months back. That sucker was loud.
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