“The crickets sang in the grasses. They sang the song of summer’s ending, a sad, monotonous song. ‘Summer is over and gone,’ they sang. ‘Over and gone, over and gone. Summer is dying, dying.’
“The crickets felt it was their duty to warn everybody that summertime cannot last forever. Even on the most beautiful days in the whole year – the days when summer is changing into fall – the crickets spread the rumor of sadness and change.”
– Charlotte’s Web
Everest and I often sit on the chaise on our balcony on summer evenings. We snuggle up and watch the magnificent night sky filled with billions of stars. He points out the Milky Way and the Big Dipper. We listen to the frogs in our creek and the coyotes in the distance. We talk about nothing and everything. It’s our special time after his little brother goes to sleep … Click here to continue reading...