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This is a way of making myself write something coherent and grammatically correct almost every day. I'm opinionated and need an outlet. I'm also prone to flights of fancy. Thanks for stopping by.
April 15, 2015 at 11:37pm
April 15, 2015 at 11:37pm
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         Nature sings, not just in thunder claps and bird songs, but in many ways. I recall hanging laundry when I was a teen on the lines by our garden. The corn husks rasped against each other in the breeze in the hot summer sun. I had never heard it before. It was like paper rustling. It obviously made a lasting impression. I enjoyed one of the songs of summer.

         Today someone left the back door open too long and a wasp made its way into the dining room where I was cleaning. I'm not going to share my house with a wasp who will sting me if I get in his way. He made a nice warning song to let me know he was there. Outside I have bumblebees and mosquitoes striking up a chorus.

         I once lived in a subdivision that was slowly being developed. Some lots had the trees cut but not carried away. When the day got quite, you could hear this eerie sound. We finally figured out the trees were being eaten up by termites and other vermin, who not so quietly, were busy with activity under the bark. It was a rather loud and awesome music that gave me the creeps.

         I can tell when it's windy without going out by the orchestral arrangement the wind makes. A tree limb will squeak as it bounces in the wind. Leaves on the ground rustle, twigs snap, bushes rattle when anyone passes.

         There is the tapping of a strong steady rain on the windows, the drumming of a torrential downpour, usually temporary. Brooks babble, rivers roar, waterfalls thunder.Animal sounds, domestic and wild, add to the music. We all like the crackle of a bonfire or a fire in the wood stove. A snowstorm teaches us a deafening silence; it muffles everything, like it's placed the world on mute.


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