tom pointed out a few years ago that when the crickets fill the air, the lightning bugs have gone. i've watched carefully and there is sometimes a short overlap, but for the most part, he's right. i do love the crickets. they are a constant song. i wake up to them and i fall asleep to them. they are tireless. and this morning the cicadas have joined in. there are the sounds of steps as early walkers pass the windows. the sun is making all the harsh shadows i love in morning. the spiderwebs are intricate and filmy. and although our cottage time this year was spectacular, i'm happy to be home.