Whirring Frogs

When walking out on the farm a few weeks ago the whirring frogs were in full force.  There was one in the old bath tub waiting to be a watering trough that was deafening and bold (stood right next to it). But now the heat of summer is here and it is dry.  The nights are silent but still lit by fireflies.  This time of year I wait for the telltale song of the crickets.  Once you hear them you know fall is on the way.  Still a few weeks left to enjoy summer.