Good morning!

It’s Thursday, and it’s the last day of August. Stand with me at the edge of the field, and let’s listen to the sounds together. (Just tap the right-pointing triangle up top and make sure your volume is turned up.)

“The crickets felt it was their duty to warn everybody that summertime cannot last forever.”

—E.B. White

E.B. White’s crickets lived about 12 miles from here. Could we be listening to their great great great grand-cousins?

Onwards,

Clara

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