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  • Annie Dear: So many - well 3 at least - reasons to enjoy Missouri summer

  • Knowing by now as you do that I pretty much loathe summer, you might be surprised to learn I have cataloged three things of the season by which I am utterly charmed.

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  • Knowing by now as you do that I pretty much loathe summer, you might be surprised to learn I have cataloged three things of the season by which I am utterly charmed.
    First are my hummingbirds.  I have reduced myself to the feeding of hummingbirds, rationalizing that their feeder is unlikely to attract a gaggle of geese or a gaze of raccoons, neither a puddling of mallards, nor a herd of deer.  I feel the hummingbirds will be safe from Sir’s wrathful broom.
    Realizing the other stinking hot day that I needed to replace their sugar solution, I dutifully refilled the canister with the sticky stuff straight out of the fridge and replaced the feeder on its hook.  No sooner done, the hummingbird was back slurping away and as they tend to do, took off at rocket-speed to parts unknown.
    I have a question however.  Do hummingbirds get ice-cream headaches, as I could’ve sworn I heard a faint high-pitched “ow, ow, ow” as he flew away.
    Second on my list are the cicadas.  I chuckled away as I advised Sir that the cicadas were in ‘full leg’ that particular evening….I will leave it to your advanced intelligence to figure that one out.  I must say, though, than North American cicadas otherwise are a bit disappointing.
    I don’t know if it was a kid fad here, but I know in Australia it was a fascinating summer-time hobby to collect as many insect and shells as you could.  You would then tote your shoe box to school and arrange for a cicada trade – after all a Green Grocer was not nearly as valuable as a Blue Moon or a Chocolate Soldier, and of course, the Black Prince trumped the lot of them.  Yes our cicadas were beautifully colored: grass green, turquoise, brown, black amongst many others, and were a source of wonder to children.  Here I cannot imagine a child getting worked up over a little brown noisy winged thing.
    And last on my list of things enchanting are fireflies.  We don’t have these creatures in Sydney, and I can’t help but smile when I see them.
    I occasionally have to take an eye test in which you, one eye covered, are faced into a dark dome and told to stare at the small light straight ahead of you.  Each time you see even a scintilla of light anywhere else in the dome, you have to push a button.  It is without doubt the most boring exercise known to man, but I suppose it does tell the doctor how wonderful or otherwise your field of vision is.  I would much rather have the doc stand behind me on my deck and listen to me saying “there’s one, oh there’s another” for the twenty minutes needed.  Far more exciting, I’m telling you.
    Page 2 of 2 - I must confess though I fear the firefly’s brain is not functioning as it should.
    A little like a gazelle holding a ‘free lunch’ sign in front of the lions’ den, surely a firefly’s glowing little bottom is an ill-advised advertisement to those further up the food chain.
    Charming, nonetheless.
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