Insects rule the summer in New Orleans. The cicadas whirr all day long and into the evening. Out at the swamp you can hardly hear the birdsong because of the drone, hiss and clicks of assorted six-legged critters.
I love the summer insect sounds. I think they take me back to childhood summers, to days at camp or exploring fields and vacant lots. I hear that whirring and I just relax.
I also love the steaminess of summer. I don’t mind the heat – I love months and months of never feeling cold unless I go inside a heavily air-conditioned building.
What do you love about summer? Or winter if you’re in the southern hemisphere?