It's August. August for me, means summer is rapidly getting to the point where it will start merging with fall. Nights'll get cooler (though you'd never think it these days in Montreal) and there will be a change to the air... It's all very portentious dontcha know. It's the beginning of the end for me.
However, August does have some good things going for it:
I heard my first cicada Monday. I love hearing them buzz. I had a cat, Charlot (which is how we call Charlie Chaplin in French), who would grab them when they landed on the balcony (or hell, maybe when they flew by for all I know) and he'd play with them for hours until we got home from work. Their shells seemed to defeat him though since every time I'd take one back outside, off it would go. Charlot was also really good at catching flies. He'd eat them and spit out their heads and wings. I kid you not. We'd find those bug pieces all over the house in summer, but nary a fly - and wondered what he hell was going on. Until we saw him do it. It was strange, very much so (Who me? Digressing? Naw).- I also love the sound of crickets. The crickets are starting to make their cricket racket too. August nights at the cottage are riotously noisy. Love it.
- So yeah, my favourite bugs are August bugs obviously.
- Dog days. We're in them right now. It's hot hot hot, 34 in Montreal today (41 they say if you take the humidity into account). I love hot. I revel in hot. I never get enough of hot. And I hate AC. Took me 10 minutes to warm my toes yesterday after leaving work. Yuck. Give me a fan and I'm good to go.
- Despite that days are getting shorter, somehow they seem to stretch on and on in August. Not only weekends, but weekday evenings sitting on the balcony with Mr. Jazz (though, poor guy, I'm reading Harry Potter right now, so he's pretty much on his own - I feel sort of sorry for him).
There. That's it. I've run out of things to say. I'll just disapperate. Yes, I know, it's about time I finish this damn book.
7 comments:
"I also love the sound of crickets."
Me, too. Where I grew up, from May unitl the beginning of October, the crickets would chirp all night long. During the hot summer nights, toads would join in with their croaking.
Even though summer isn't my favorite season, it has the best sounds.
Yeah -- I never liked the heads or wings, either.
A cicadas and crickets; the true sounds of summer warmth. Love 'em. We're not quite as warm as you -- 26 when last I looked, but after our shitty winter and spring, I am just reveling in it all. Enjoy.
Ian
Wait a minute...I read all that, but now all I can focus on is "are you from Montreal??"
One of the funniest cat things I ever saw was when Rascal, a cat from 20 years ago, somehow got a cicada in his mouth. I didn't see it happen. I just happened upon him standing stock still with giant crazy eyes, his cheeks puffed out with a very strange sound emanating from his head. At first I had no idea what was going on. I ran up to him and he jumped, opened his mouth and that giant cicada flew out. I laughed so hard!
Tick - definitely the best sounds. And definitely my favourite season, but then I don't live in CA, I have to deal with winter.
Ian - I guess we Canajuns appreciate summer more than them there peeps from the southern US.
OFH - I am indeed from Montreal. You'll have to give me a call the next time you drop in.
Geewits - Bwahahahaha I can just imagine that scene. Priceless.
If I remember correctly Charlot was the cat who kept falling off the balcony. Cute but dumb. As for the weather...too hot, enough said. What gets me is when you see commercials for back to school specials and you go into stores full of paper and pencils. The beginning of the end.
I also love cicaa and cricket sounds Magic. And those cicada husks you find on trees. I know some people are creeped out by them but I think they are realy cool.
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