The fact that I’m sitting here listening to the crickets chirping outside after nine o’clock at night tells you a couple of things about where I live. For one, it tells you I live where there are crickets. On occasion I’ve heard crickets in town, but not in the great numbers and variety of pitches you can hear out here. It’s an advanced chorus of bugs.

It also tells you that I live in a place where I feel comfortable and safe sitting by an open door in the dead of night. I’ve never had any reason to doubt the security of my little section of the homeland. Sometimes I don’t even lock my door when I go to bed. Okay, I admit it’s mostly because I forget, but still, it doesn’t bother me. It’s a lifelong habit to lock the place up tight, but I’m okay with forgetting.

And it might also tell you a little about the weather in the North Bay with a week left to go in May. We’ve been shivering long enough. I’m happy with the amount of rain we’ve had, and willing to stick with that quantity and hope for the best this summer. This is the time of year I’ve been waiting for and I’m going to enjoy it. Apparently, so are the crickets.