An Uninvited Visitor

Just as we were about to sit down last night to delicious plates of veggie tacos, I looked down and saw a bright green cricket that had somehow gotten inside the house. It then quickly hopped away into the dining room. Mr. Livings and I followed it...and it hopped onto the dining room table, which my thistle bouquet I made the other day is currently gracing...

Mr. Livings carefully and gently lifted the cricket into his hands, and brought it outside, where we watched it hop away into the night. "Crickets are good luck in certain cultures," Mr. Livings said to me. "I'll take it!" I said. "One can always use some luck!"

Last night, as I lay in bed, drifting off to sleep, I imagined that little green cricket somewhere in the night outside, singing under the stars...Our window was open, and I heard their night song sing...