There are crickets outside my window. This bodes spring.
(Snow tomorrow, you say? Shh.)
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There are crickets outside my window. This bodes spring.
(Snow tomorrow, you say? Shh.)
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In spring, crickets; in summer, cricketers.
And not to burst your bubble, but this time of year, in Michigan anyway, what you are hearing out there is little frogs – spring peepers…
Heralds of spring, as their name implies. I shudder to think what all this wretched snow has done to them, poor wee things…