Auto Topic: What’s Your Favorite Summertime Sound?
By now you all know I am nearly genetically incapable of just answering one simple question when it comes to these Auto Topic gems. I elected to take a swing at this one because I am a big fan of Summer. The season, not some vapid bleach-blonde incapable of drowning who does art films. Digressing… Anyway, naturally I saw this one and considered several possibilities where approach is concerned.
Ultimately I decided to take an unexpected route and expand this into all five senses. Deep into winter here, I thought this might be just the breeze under someone’s kilt to start your day with:
Sound: They might drive some folks to distraction or suicide, but I love the sound of cicadas in the trees doin’ their thing (chicka bow wow). Yeah, the sound – extremely loud, I agree – of bug sex is excellent background white noise and reminds me of Summer. Who would have thought cicadas were screamers? Then again I would too if I only got laid once every 11 years.
Smell: Hands-down, the smell of freshly mowed grass. I will stop mowing to empty my catch bag and jam my face into the opening just to enjoy the scent of all that moist, clipped grass. This smells like Summer and ‘green’ to me. Even better, the entire yard has that lingering hint of scent well into the night.
Taste: This is a close one, so I’m listing two. First, and believe it or not edging #2, is home-made vanilla ice cream. I ought to add “that my Mom makes” because my taste center is keyed on that specific frozen mix of awesome. Mom’s ice cream is so great I even like the brain freezes that stuff inevitably causes, and it’s even too tasty to defile with chocolate syrup. Second of course is beer, because nothing tastes more awesome than ice cold beer on a hot day in the middle of mowing your lawn. And of course, it’s beer.
Touch: This is risky because I tend to frighten the neighbors, but the feel of bright, hot sun on my back and shoulders that have been wrapped up in clothes all Winter is awesome. If I time it correctly, I can get away with ten to fifteen minutes of shirtless yard work before the police arrive.
Sight: Nothing else signals Summer to me more powerfully than looking out my window at 8PM and seeing sunlight. I loves me some daylight savings time, and the long days on top of that are awesome. You can actually finish a project in the yard, grill dinner, and then see what you’re doing when watering. This fucks my circadian thingy up all to hell and back, but it’s worth it.
That about covers it, I think. Of course, now I’m cranky because my impatience level for Spring, at a minimum, just pegged out. Dammit.