It’s mid-August here in the garden and the night sounds have changed. You can tell a lot about a season by the outside sounds. In the early summer there are Whip-o-wills. Lately we’ve had the tree frogs and some other tree critters singing to us. My grand-father especially loved those. The bull frog in the near-by pond is a constant summer sound. Late at night you can hear the deer and racoons rummaging around in the bushes.
Ah yes, mid-August in the garden and the other familiar night sound is back…the tat tat tat of the marching band drum line. Actually it’s the sound from early morning to late at night. Bam bam bam. The same rhythm over and over again. You’d think they’d eventually get it right. The drum line practices on the hotel porch that faces my house so the sound floats clearly over here. They’re persistent and consistent.
It’s nice when they get free time or go to meals. Then it’s quiet again. And sometimes the entire band practices real tunes (tonight it was Oh Shenandoah) and that’s very nice.
I’m not complaining though. It really is an August sound that I’ve come to expect and count on. It’s familiar. The kids are very nice and they have a great time. And my daughter and son-in-law were in high school bands, and the Virginia Pep Band (may it rest in peace) so I have a real soft spot for bands. I just thought you’d like to know that the summer sounds in the garden aren’t always what you’d expect for a country garden!
