The crickets felt it was their duty to warn everybody that summertime cannot last forever. Even on the most beautiful days in the whole year--the days when summer is changing into fall--the crickets spread the rumor of sadness and change.E.B. White, Charlotte's Web
Everybody heard the song of the crickets. Avery and Fern Arable heard it as they walked the dusty road. They knew that school would begin again. The young geese heard it and knew that they would never be little goslings again. Charlotte heard it and knew that she hadn't much time left. Mrs. Zuckerman, at work in the kitchen, heard the crickets, and a sadness came over her, too. "Another summer gone," she sighed. Lurvey, at work building a crate for Wilbur, heard the song and knew it was time to dig potatoes.
"Summer is over and gone," repeated the crickets. "How many nights till frost?" sang the crickets. "Good-bye, summer, good-bye, good-bye!"
Thursday, September 4, 2008
Crickets, Fall
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2 maids a-milking:
Have you ever read Quicker Than The Eye, by Ray Bradburry? There's a short story in there called "Hopscotch", in which he illustrates the beauty of grapes with sunlight streaming through them in suspension, and how that represents how a thing of beauty is best left alone.
I haven't read it, but grapes and hopscotch sound good to me. I'll get it coming from the library. Many thanks!
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