Being in a kitchen on a summer afternoon enjoying the sound of crickets is one of life’s most relaxing experiences for me.
Usually I am chopping or slicing vegetables or preparing a marinade for our evening meal. In winter, I may be listening to music while I do these tasks. But as summer winds down I love to listen to crickets.
Although crickets are a harbinger of summer’s end, they are a welcome sound for me. They signal the most glorious phase of summer, when often-unpredictable August gradually moves into golden sun-drenched September.
Cricket song relaxes me. Who needs a white noise machine when nature produces such lovely sounds?
Most years, we have crickets by the tail end of July. This year, everything is a week early as we had a very pleasant spring.
Crickets take me back to childhood. I recall sipping ice tea or soda in Grandma Annie’s kitchen on late-summer afternoons to the chirping of crickets.
I keep a cast-iron cricket in my kitchen year-round. It is a hearth cricket, a good luck omen and gift from my mother from one of her trips. I’d always wanted my own cricket, having spotted one in an illustration in a childhood book. It doubles as a doorstop.
Crickets are a wonderful seasonal experience. They begin their song as summer’s gardens are reaching their peak. And they provide a wonderful accompaniment to food preparation, further enhancing the experience.
For me they are part and parcel of my kitchen at this wonderful time of year. My French kitchen in America.