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FLYING THOUGHTS

By Dick Van Dyke

I’d like to say a few words in tribute to a cricket who lives in my garden. Unlike the hundreds we had when we first moved here, he was the only one who showed up this year. He sings his little heart out trying to make it sound like a summer night.
It’s sad. My heart goes out to him. Like the Mariposa butterfly who flits madly around the flowers, trying to pretend it’s the annual invasion of former years.
There’s one dragonfly, who I think has thrown in the towel. He makes a couple of passes over the pool in the morning, then we don’t see him anymore.
We had a bee early in June, but he fell in the pool and drowned. Wouldn’t it be funny, if, next spring, we weren’t here either.
Still, we have three flies in the kitchen who do a pretty good job of pestering my wife.
I found a nice environmental CD of rain on the roof. We were using it to get to sleep at night, but the neighbors said we were running our sprinklers too late.