Last night I heard something I hadn't heard in almost two years: crickets. For about five seconds I smiled and though, "Oh, how I have missed those charming sounds!" Then I tried to fall asleep, which was more difficult than sleeping on the second floor in Manhattan with the windows wide open in July because there's no air conditioning (which I have done). So, yeah, it turns out I didn't miss the crickets after all. Apparently, there aren't crickets in Scotland. At least none that invade the cities and keep you up at night. Who knew?
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We did live right across from a swanky cricket club in Edinburgh. They were strangely quiet, however.
Off to prune my rosebush, which I'm pretty sure puts your rosebush to shame. Fighting words to other gardeners, I know, but take it as a challenge! Check these babies out: