Summer has arrived in the blue ridge mountains where I live and work. The birds singing sweetly in the early dawn while bullfrogs barumm barumm, signaling a passing shower. I sit on my deck listening to hummingbird wings balance a tiny body mid-flight by their red sugar water feeder, hovering and altering its pitch as it moves back and forth examining the contents. With my eyes closed, the sounds I hear paint a different picture than what my eyes see.
I live in a temperate rain forest on the eastern edge of the Cherokee and Pisgah National Forests in the western part of North Carolina. Here the sounds that dominate, that waft and drift through the pine scented air are the songs of Nature. It is the first week of January 2017 and especially silent due to the 6 plus inches of snowfall last night that continues to drift down from the sky in the early hours of Saturday morning.