The cicadas are done for the season and I am grateful because

They make so much noise I cannot hear the rattle snakes which are much more dangerous.

I stomp my feet as I walk around anyway.

The Mullen has gone to seed as well so I do not wade in the tall grass as much.

Now the crickets are playing their songs,

Some louder than others.

They are so distracted searching for mates they do not see me and occasionally land in my hair or hit my face.

In the morning air I smell the approach of winter.