Fall Already?

Today I heard it, the noise my Grandmother use to tell me meant cold weather in six weeks. It was the sound of the locus. The sound is so refreshing and depressing at the same time. Early in the morning it seems to be calling for a quick start to get my day started...but in the evening it's a lonely sound of approaching cooler weather. As a child, the sound use to make me sad because it meant the start of a new school year. School days were painful for me because of my overwhelming shyness. But as I grew older and time seemed to make more sense to me, I started realizing that six weeks from when I noticed the cry of the locus was usually the week of the Bluffton Street Fair. So it wasn't any magical spell this critters have on our weather, it's just the passing and a completion of time. So six weeks from today we will be planning our time for the fair, sitting at football games and wearing sweatshirts...but you know it could all change.....because I do live in Indiana. :)