The Crickets Sang

The Crickets sang
And set the Sun
And Workmen finished one by one
Their Seam the Day upon.

The low Grass loaded with the Dew
The Twilight stood, as Strangers do
With Hat in Hand, polite and new
To stay as if, or go.

A Vastness, as a Neighbor, came,
A Wisdom, without Face, or Name,
A Peace, as Hemispheres at Home
And so the Night became.

~Emily Dickinson

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Today was the first day I heard crickets -- and I heard them all day -- while walking the dog in the morning, while watering the garden in the afternoon. And even my daughter commented, while I was tucking her into bed, that she could hear the crickets outside her window tonight.

Sounds like summer is here.