Sounds of summer from my childhood:<\/p>\n
The sound of wind in birch trees.
\nI spent all my summers at my grandma’s summer cottage in Kiisa, together with her and my brother, and my parents for part of the summer. She had a largish garden, mostly cultivated and full of flowerbeds, a kitchen garden, fruit trees and so on.
\nAt the bottom of the garden there was a wilder area with weeds and thistles. At the other edge of that area there was a stand of trees, mostly birches. She had a rope hammock between two of them. We used to lie in it and solve crossword puzzles together.<\/p>\n
The sound of lawnmowers.<\/p>\n
The distant sound of saws and hammers. I guess our neighbours were building things.<\/p>\n
The sound of swallows.<\/p>\n
The sound of weather reports on the radio. I cannot remember listening much to the radio much at home, but my grandma had a small battery-operated radio that she used to listen to. News reports, weather reports, other things I cannot remember.
\nThe closest weather station to Kiisa was Kuusiku, so I knew to listen for that word. Vahelduva pilvisusega kuiv ilm. Tuul puhanguline, valdavalt l\u00f5unakaarest, 5 kuni 7 meetrit sekundis.<\/i> <\/p>\n
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The sound that I currently most strongly associate with summer is the song of blackbirds. They are plentiful around here. I like sitting out on the deck in the evenings and listening to them sing.<\/p>\n
They go to sleep before I do.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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