The katydids have been singing for two weeks now. The song begins as it ends, with just a few rachety sounds, shifting from tree to tree, near and far. However, tonight they are hitting a full crescendo. I’ve always loved their song; it takes me back to my childhood, sitting on my grandparent’s screened porch under massive oaks. My great grandma Myrt loved them too and I can clearly remember her pointing out the fact that this symphony was ancient and Native Americans were certainly as impressed and calmed by them as we were. My maternal grandparents’ house was an impressive ranch style, up on a Virginia hill, with a sizable pond below, from which came the base notes of many bullfrogs.
Tonight, the eighth of July, has a warm breeze blowing restlessly through the tall oaks surrounding my small farmhouse. Beyond the trees, are fields containing a large pond with bullfrogs adding the bass to this widespread night music. The trees sparkle with fireflies and filter the moonlight, ever so softly, on the fields.
Moving through the rhythmic ocean of sound are waves of silence. In the distance, all the singing stops and soon the stillness moves directly overhead and for a moment, all is quite. Then the katydids in the distance begin to sing and I can hear this stillness travel across the land. This makes me wonder.
As with every summer, the katydid provides the soundtrack for my “Mid Summer Nights Dreaming”
I did this small oil painting in the attempt to “show” the music.
“Summer Night Sounds” oil on canvas 11” x 14”