I love when the weather warms-up to screen door days. The bedroom window thrown wide-open to let the warm breeze flow across the bed. Slumber is hastened by Spring peepers filling the woods down by the creek preceeding the racous cacaphony of mating owls.
The soft sounds of summer birds calling through a late May midnight silence. Darkness erupts in the resounding sounds of tree frogs in June and are soon joined with the shrill rasping of the cicada.
Nights roaring in sounds race into fall when one evening only the chirping cricketts challenge the frosty early mornings. Nocturnal summer denizens find lonely echo’s in a flight of southbound geese sounding their way to warmer climes.
Cold silences the insect performers. A chill north breeze whispers a beautiful thrill in the tall pines and a hunting pack of coyotes splits the ambience. And then, comes time to close the doors against the bitter chill of winter.