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Fall brings
backyard
symphony
Now, in autumn’s waning days, I listen intently in my backyard meadow for sounds of summer gone by. Fairly large by garden plot standards, the meadowis more than just another planting bed. It lives flamboyantly. Its lives and the life supports that animate it are varied and wonderful — animals, plants, soil, sun, air, water.
I am somehow saddened as this wildflower-riddled patch slips into winter’s apparent stillness. Attuned to its daily rhythms, I can’t help but notice the daily diminution of its sound and motion.
Indian summer returned briefly today, however. Late afternoon warmth stirs the remaining tree crickets and other long-horned grasshoppers. The day’s heat dissipates slowly into a late evening chill. Later, as I finally nod off, I’m comforted by what might be the year’s last chorus of katydids.
Insect song in late summer and fall is the often overlooked and infrequently perceived equal of spring’s more lauded orchestra of bird and frog song. Perhaps by September we’ve had our fill of nature. Some of us fought losing battles with insects r
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