Great horned owls calling back and forth, one voice deep and hollow, the answering owl higher pitched and urgent. Sometimes they talk over each other. Just like us.
The cheezy dance music from yet another mediocre wedding band at the nearby country club. Thankfully over by midnight - you can set your watch by them.
The crickets singing me to sleep. When I left for college for weeks I could not sleep without that sound.
The neighbors getting into their hot tub...at 2 a.m... to smoke cigars and discuss intimate things. We really don't need to know.
The springtime frogs. When we had a pond we hired the neighbor kids to find, corral and relocate the deep-throated frog singing his love call all night just under our bedroom window. Great kerfuffle and planning in the hunt, great excitement when they caught him. We had been expecting something the size of a brick, fat and mottled, but he was sleek and bright green and not much bigger than a quarter.
The kids down the hill and across the street (they must be in their thirties by now - why are they still living at home?) at 2 a.m. (I'm seeing a pattern here) drunk, in the street, slamming car doors, playing music, swearing. Loudly. Must every f-bomb be at full volume?
The soft ruffle of a breeze announcing the temperature is dropping.
The mockingbird whose clock is off. He begins at 2 a.m. (there it is again) and the cascading liquid notes are so beautiful I am happy to be awake just to hear him.
The hissing of sprinklers. The late night laughter of children up long past their bedtimes. The soft snoring of the ones I love next to me. Two legs and four - they both snore.
What are your sounds of summer?
And from my friend Aileen in NYC (who emails instead of posting comments):ReplyDelete
My sounds of a New York City summer:
the eternal hum-blowing of the air conditioner
The smashing of glass, which we have so carefully separated for recycling, as it is heaved into the garbage truck at 7 am
the equally disconcerting sound of bathroom tiles being smashed with a sledge hammer as our neighbor renovates his bathroom
Alas, I am spared many other more subtle sounds because my hearing is so bad...........
The crickets. The fountain in our backyard. The Porsche next door. The laughter of the neighborhood kids out til dark.ReplyDelete
I just did this same blog post -- brilliant idea -- thank you. Yours is much funnier than mine.ReplyDelete