There is always at least one thing each season that defines it for you. To some, summer is defined by cookouts, trips to the ocean, fireworks, ice cold lemonade... it just isn't summer to these folks without them. To me, summer has always been defined by its bugs. And not the ones that suck my blood and try to carry me off, prevalent as they may be.
It isn't summer until I've seen at least two dozen fireflies twinkling out in the yard. I've often thought of them as the torch-bearers of Fairy, illuminating the paths between our world and theirs or providing the lighting at one of their famous fairy balls. Fireflies are magical summer light-bringers, dancing and capturing the imagination beneath the starry summer sky.
If fireflies are the dancers, then who are the musicians to whom they dance? Cicadas, crickets and chirping frogs of course! The song of summer is carried on the air, even in more suburban places then you would imagine. If you have trees, or grass, you will probably hear the call of at least one of these creatures as the sun sets each summer night. If you are extremely lucky, you can drift off to sleep to the melody of more than one.
This summer sounds even more like summer then usual (as odd a sentence as that is to write) because the 13 year Magicicada has emerged and added his voice to the nightly choir. A much darker cicada then the annuals, his black body and orange veined wings would be a sight to behold. I'm keeping my fingers and toes crossed to see one of them before the end of the season as I don't want to wait until I'm 41 to try again!
What are the things that undeniably say 'it's summer!' to you?