Just came in from the front porch. The night insects are busy announcing the news that late summer is upon us. Wish I knew insect sounds better. I hear crickets and cicadas and something else, but I don't think it is a katydid. Katydids don't sound to me like they are saying "Katy did!" , so I never quite remember what they sound like from year to year.

Unless, of course, one makes it into the house and starts up in the middle of the night. Then I know exactly what creature it is that disturbs my fragile sleep.

I'm sitting here at the computer with two fans blowing and roaring. If my son were to cry out in a dream, it is unlikely I would hear him. The fiddling of the insects, however, pierces right through this artificial noise. Just think of those thousands of tiny legs, scraping against each other or a wing, seeking the opportunity to procreate with absolute singleness of purpose.   Enough of them will will succeed that they will likely long outlast our kind on this planet.

Janie