Crickets sang from the country greens around the golf course. Eighty degree sunshine filled the air, brightening the emerald grass, as I watched my Elizabeth play golf.
Birds signaled a call to a friend, who replied a congenial song. Today’s sweetness awakened my dendrites.
In the stillness only the country bacon bring, the cricket’s song caught my attention. Most August days I might have considered the continuous song ordinary.
Today I noticed.
The music had new meaning.
I have been listening to the audio book, A Cricket in Times Square. A story of friendship, loyalty, and hope has been inspiring. Crickets do annoy me and mice do not please me. Nevertheless, the craft of personification has brought me closer to the insect, summoning admiration for its song.
Book Savors 
I noticed a few weeks ago that I started to hear the crickets. It signals the end of summer is coming to me. I notice the song that beckons thoughts of returning to school, new routines and an end to our slower pace of life. Thanks for noticing their song.
Ahh… the love of nature captured. I seem to never be able to grab this moment.
In the stillness only the country bacon bring, the cricket’s song caught my attention. Most August days I might have considered the continuous song ordinary.
Today I noticed.
The music had new meaning.
Love that pic as well,
Bonnie
I love how your senses were so keen on this outing. I think I almost might want to try golf after reading this piece, however, I might be dangerous from noticing too! xo
Sounds of nature play a song in the background and it takes a story to bring them to the forefront. After reading that book, my view of crickets changed. I hope Elizabeth had a great game!