Crickets and cicadas singing, chirping, rumbling and humming, day and night, incessant. Their murmurs blend with the clanking of the window unit and box fan, running to supplement the taxed central unit. The distant growl of mowers and weed-eaters complete the cacophony. My own lawn is ankle-high, despite having mowed it four days ago. It’s … More Ain’t So Sure Bout the Summertime Muse