But there is one thing related to farming that I enjoy. The changing of the seasons. There's something about prepping for the coming season--especially fall--that makes me feel like a pioneer. Though obviously on a much smaller level. Moving the patio furniture into the shed and the barbecue pit into the garage, raking leaves, pulling the last of the petunias and tilling the flower bed, raking leaves, cutting back the clematis vine, raking leaves. We have a LOT of trees at our house. Getting theses tasks done helps me feel prepared for the coming winter. Self-actualization at it's best.
Watching the changing seasons also reminds me of what an awesome God we serve. The preciseness of how things happen is amazing and makes me wonder how someone can see such things and not believe there is a God. (I'm finally getting to the crickets of the title.) Every year during the last week of July, crickets begin to sing my backyard. At least we believe it's crickets. We've never seen a single cricket, but that is what it sounds like. My neighbor told me once they were tree frogs, but it's awfully dry in Utah for an amphibian. Whatever it is, they start at dusk and sing all night long. I wish there was a way to record it for you to hear. They are really loud! But, it is such a pleasant sound. A sound associated with the end of summer. They will be here singing until early September. And, just as suddenly as they came, they're gone. We won't hear them until the last week of July next year. You can set your clock by it.
Isn't God good? Just like He promised Noah in Genesis 8:22 after the flood, "as long as the earth endures, seedtime and harvest, cold and heat, summer and winter, day and night will never cease."
