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Friday, June 9, 2000


Carlisle Comments: Discovering Carlisle

Forget about the sounds of silence. What I'm learning to love are the sounds of Carlisle.

It may not surprise you that Massachusetts sounds different than California. It will probably take me years to identify all of these alien tweets, twitters and whistles. Maybe it's my imagination, but there seems to be a lot more of nature's sweet music in the streets and trails of Carlisle than the hills of northern California.

I moved from a small town overlooking the San Francisco Bay about a month ago. The view was gorgeous and the trees and shrubs never lost their green. The smell of eucalyptus still remains in my olfactory memory. Small gray birds tweeted; doves cooed, and once in a while a hummingbird would zoom around me (particularly when I wore my red t-shirt) and I could hear the swish of its wings.

But still, Carlisle's sounds astound me. Who needs an alarm clock when a myriad of avian creatures greet the day loudly and gladly by 5:30 a.m.? And there is nothing like falling asleep to the sound of frogs croaking contentedly in a nearby pond and crickets cheerily chirping their twilight song. These sounds thrill me.

During today's early morning walk, I heard a sound that was foreign, yet familiar. Where had I heard it before? It sounded like a medium-sized being on mega doses of testosterone, bellowing from under six feet of water. I walked slower, looking around in puzzlement, but only caught the eye of a handsome black horse. He shook his head and returned to his breakfast of tall green grass. Then it hit me. The CD. My family makes fun of me every time I play a CD called "Nature's Sounds," which brings the sounds of rain falling, crows cawing, and insects chirping into our living room. None of us could ever place the husky hum that groaned out of the speakers every few minutes. And now here I was, walking a small lane in Carlisle, hearing that same tone in real time. I followed the sound to a nearby pond. A bullfrog? Yes, I believe I've discovered the answer!

I walked home contentedly. One sound identified. Now I only have about 354 to go.

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