We have had numerous minute natural changes in the the crops around the area. The crops are starting to wither on the vines and the leaves are starting to look dry. Birds are foraging more in the fields for those crops that have turned to seed.
I hear the birds chirping and calling to each other in the yards around me that have family vegetable gardens. They have taken a rest from my bird feeder and are enjoying the fresh bounty of the season.
As summer skies are lit up by the stars we had a summer display of shooting stars which I haven't seen since I was a Girl Scout at Camp Redwing. I remember we took our cots out and lined them up around the campfire so that we were facing northeast and waited for the burst of stars to shoot across the sky. We were told by the news media that this would happen again this week and it did. I saw just one as I sat on my deck with a cup of coffee contemplating the vastness of the universe.
All of these tiny changes in nature herald the best sign of all that Fall in coming. I sat out another evening and just as I was falling asleep in my deck rocker, I heard it. It was a rasping sound. It was ever so soft and not quite as loud as I have come to know the song of the Cicadas. Locust is the familiar name that we have given to Cicadas. These creatures are known to invade crops and destroy them by laying eggs deep into the stalks. At hottest hour of the day the male Cicada makes a series of clicks that turns into a hum which becomes the distinctive sound of the creatures we call locusts.
The old wives tale is that Fall will start six weeks from the day you hear the first Cicada Song.