Island Light: Song of Summer
Island cicadas scratch their wings to serenade the night.
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Setting up a tent outside the museum.
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Little deuce coupe won't be drag racing anytime soon.
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Old farm equipment left in field.
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Monarch lands on butterfly weed in preparation of its fall journey.
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Freight ferry Governor approaches Vineyard Haven.
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High winds this week brought out sailboarders.
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Bangs shuck shack on the shore of the Lagoon.
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Cicadas, crickets and katydids have begun their nocturnal chorus, a sound that says summer as much as the sound of pinkletinks says spring.
There is an old saying that the first frost comes six weeks after the cicada begins to sing. But it is far too early to think about that. For now, we can simply enjoy listening to the evening song of summer.
