It was getting pretty warm, but the
mosquitoes were not out yet so I sat outside a little longer. I had chosen the
protected east side of the schoolhouse earlier when it had been cooler, willing
to sit amongst the buzz of flies who also favor that still location. They are constant, rather like the
sawing of some avant garde violin piece, but they are also the sound of summer. The
meadowlarks and Sandhill cranes add to that bright outdoor composition, as do
the complaints of the neighbor’s beagle and the ardent mooing of the cows in
the field across the road.