As I mentioned in other posts, I grew up at The Lake of the Ozarks in Missouri. In this part of the country, we have lots of night sounds that you quickly become accustomed to, year after year of being on the lake.
One of my fun memories, is when I invited a friend to stay with me at the lake. She was from my home town in Missouri, population 12,032 people (at that time). Not a big city, but not a teeny tiny town either. I had spent time at my grandma’s farm in addition to the lake, so I’ve always been an outdoorsy type of girl. I guess I just expected everyone else was too.
We were between our 8th and 9th grades of school and my parents had purchased this nice lake house on top of a hill that overlooked the lake on one of the major bends in the Hurricane Deck/Sunrise Beach area. I was so lucky to get to stay in that house for 4 years of my life. (I will save the house story for another discussion, however.)
Anyway, one of my favorite rooms of that house was the very large screened-in porch on the end of the house. It was carpeted with a green outdoor carpet and even though it was furnished with an outdoor couch, 2 chairs, 2 end tables, a glass table and 4 chairs, there was plenty of room left over to use for whatever. The previous owners left a cot behind so that became my summer bed. I would grab my bedding and sleep on that all summer long. I’d go to sleep listening to the cicadas and katydids every night. On the nights it stormed, I would sit there and watch the crazy boats on the lake below me, trying to return to their destinations.
When Julie came down, I suggested we sleep out on the screened in porch. Yes I did have a bedroom to myself, but who wants to sleep in THERE when you can sleep OUTSIDE (or at least that’s how it felt to me at 13 years of age). We setup a 2nd cot for her and had gone to bed. About 15 minutes later, she was fed up! She begged me to go back inside to sleep because it was “Too noisy” outside. LOL.
Even though we returned to the safe and quiet sanctuary of the house, I never relinquished my love of the night sounds. I tend to forget the sounds every fall and winter, but when summer rolls around and I hear the katydids fire up their songs in the evening, a smile spreads across my face and the tension releases from my body. Give me some stars to stare up in the sky, a warm evening, a few boats cruising on the lake, blue lights on the docks and my bug song….I’m in heaven!!