Sounds of summer
Happy bean pickers on a lovely August day.
It sounds like summer outside. I know they call these the “dog” days” but I think they’re more like “cicada days,” because the cicadas create the soundtrack to our days. The dogs are dug in the dirt in the shade somewhere, hiding from the heat. The farmers and the cicadas are out there, proud of their resilience.
It takes a bit of resilience, this farming in August thing. We’ve been going hard for months now and our bodies and souls are beginning to show signs of wear. Still, the cicada song is a nice rhythm for our somewhat slower pace. The sun shines a slight bit lower and the evenings are cool enough to lie beneath the open sky and recover from the day’s hot hard work.