On the day before I took this shadow picture, I also heard the first crickets of the year: July 23.
I thought it was my imagination, but the chorus is quite obvious now.
Summer, unofficially, has ended. The first crickets of 2025 have sung. Fall has arrived, no matter what the heat is saying.
Wednesday joins this list of first hearing dates of
crickets I've accumulated during my years of blogging. Each
date has a link to that year's post.
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
So, what does this pattern of dates mean? Not much, perhaps. But it is a way to track the weather - and nature.
As I blogged in 2022:
We all are called by Nature in some way. The trees know when to drop their leaves and sprout new leaves in spring. The migrating birds of our area know (although climate change is messing up these signals, sadly, especially in spring) when to leave for their true homes..
Now, I hear the call of the crickets. It may make me sad to know summer is fleeting, but it's all the more reason to live each day in the moment.
Maybe I'll even be able to take a cricket picture one day. For now, chair shadows will have to do.
Joining Lisa at This and That: A Blog (note the change of venue) for her #ShadowshotSunday.
...it still summer for me.
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