After a Trip to St. Louis

we’re back on the Farm.

And we’ve eaten an in promptue (sp?) supper and I’ve spent some time on the front stoop listening.

There’s a pattern.

There are pattens.

The frogs are chirping again. As are the cicada.

It’s hot. 85°F. Frogs are f*ucking late in the season.

You should hear it!

Biology. Gotta love it.