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Coffee grinding.  Children playing.  Cheers at a sporting event.  The sounds of a race track.   The ocean hitting the shore.  A screen door slamming.  Water trickling down a rock wall.  A canoe paddle breaking through the water.  Hearing "I love you"  Soft wind blowing through the pines.  The rhythmic clog of a horse's shoes on a road.  A baby cooing.  Church bells.  Bag Pipes played well.  Any musical instrument played well.  Music in general.  Thunder.  Rain falling.  The sizzle of steaks on the grill.  Pulling the top off a cold one.  The crunch of gravel under a tire.  Wind chimes tinkling in a gentle breeze.  A good sneeze.   The chatter of fast moving fingers on a keyboard.  The music from the ice cream truck.  An old truck grinding through the gears.  The sound of a ball connecting with a bat.  Bare feet on pavement.  The crinkle of a newspaper.  Birds chirping.  Laughter.  Applause.  Sounds of passion.  The crackling and popping of a warm fire.  Chimes on a grandfather clock.  Sounds of a happy home.  The squeak of walking in fresh snow.  The pop of champagne bottle.  Ice swirling in a glass.  The sound of a kiss.  The distant sound of a lawn being mowed.  The rattle and hum of an old tractor being started.  The chimes signalling intermission is over.  The music from a Merry-Go-Round.  Dancing on a floor that has been sprinkled with dance salt.  Drums.  The Blue Angel's Jets soaring in the sky.  The sound of a busy city street corner.  The hum of a windmill.  Fog horns in the distance.  The beating of a humming birds wings.  A squeaky door, swing, wheel, elbow.  A bike with cards in the spokes.  A good yawn.  A mother's voice quietly singing a lullaby.  A church choir.  Keys being made.  A sharp knife cutting veggies.  Coins in a pocket.  A stones plunked into water.  Whispers in the dark.  The sound of silence.  To name a few... 

Adding one more, The sound of running bare foot and crowds cheering.

The alarm going off unexpectedly at 12:58 in the middle of the night and a great song is playing on the radio.

Freestanding Freestanding 51-55, F 60 Responses Jun 18, 2008

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Thank you for your blessings ladee and your kind words. Each day that passes, I know more and more just how fortunate I am.

Before children that is how I spent my Thanksgiving. I am a fairly decent cook and would use that skill to assist in preparing a full turkey dinner, free to all who came. The kitchen is still there, still feeding the hungry. Now I give food and volunteer a few hours a week at our locate food pantry.<br />
Happy Thanksgiving to you Doll and all who past this post. Thanks for reminding all of us the true spirit of the season.

The squeek of the oven door being opened.<br />
The clanky squeel of the rack being slid out.<br />
The ding of the bread pan being placed in the center.<br />
Another clanky squeel of rack being returned to position.<br />
The Vwooomp of the oven door closing with a waft of warm air rising.

"snap, clip, snip" and plop to the ground...I hear it ladee.<br />
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Juan---ti's the season of the soup. The damp aroma and low rumbled heat of a slow boiling pot of a well seasoned stock. The ting of the wooden spoon hitting the side of gleaming silver stock pot. The scrape of the bone across the bottom of the pot.

deep throaty giggles; the clank of a lid being lifted off a soup pan; the dink of the antler being tapped out.

Frosty wind through a snow coated pine, like a low, soft, purring growl...

Ladee you're amazing!!

The "phvit phvit" of kids walking in snow pants

A grand sound Juan!

The squeek of boots treading through the first snow of the season.

Is he the mascot?

Right now -- the sound of a barking dog demanding attention. I'm getting used to ignoring it.

Crazy! The mysteries of the universe. Camp Juan is also educational. What a well rounded camp.

Exactly! It is like the chicken / egg thing.

Doesn't it take a Camp Juan to have the need for a bugler? One wouldn't exist outside of the other.

Without the bugler, it just wouldn't be Camp Juan.

Sounds as though the Bugler has a very important roll in the moral of Camp Juan.

Yes! Another sound! The sound of the bugler that heralds and inspires the raising of the flag. Camp Juan has a very honored individual that sounds the bugle.

Do you have camp members that help with this task? Or is this a strickly Camper Juan job?

Here's one from camp:<br />
The squeaky rhythmic sound of the flag being run up the pole. Something about that makes morning grand.

Since the topic has moved to phones, the anticipation of a special call and hearing the ring!

Here's another one: the surprise of a cell phone ringing at near dawn. Anyone calling that early has to have something good to say.

Due the early summer floods we still have a no wake rule on our little lake. Very nice.

Another sound of the season -- the distant hum of a large powerboat out cruising the lake. It surprises me how far that carries onto land, but it is comforting in a way.

I have yet to notice them in our parts. Around here, a sure sign that the blush is off August is the chug and rattle of an elevator taking bails up to the hay mount.

Here's a new one:<br />
The "zit-zit .... zit-zit ... zit-zit-zit" of tree frogs. If the calendar isn't already a reminder, the chirping of tree frogs signals we are in the latter portion of this wonderous season.

That I'll eat, just not the other. Pack in a basket, I'll meet ya at the dunes.

Escargot? Sea skate almondine? Mussels in white wine with some crusty bread?

I'll watch and drink the sangria, while you eat bugs.

I'd do it. If Cafe Babareeba were servin' em up with a crispy batter and a cool pitcher of sangria, I'd order a plate and a side of cool creamy curry potato salad.

I wouldn't want to eat one. I am not that adventurous!

I call 'em Katydids (just googled that) but they might be sick-ay-duhs (spelling unknown). The Chicago area gets some cyclical invasion of "sick-ay-duhs" like every 12 years. When they arrive, it is in deafening numbers and the bug itself is mighty juicy -- about the size of a large shrimp. The swank tapas restaurant in Old Town was battering and deep frying them.

I too just noticed them last night. Amusing story of sorts, when I was a wee one I thought the buzz of cadeias (sp?) was the hum of the electric fencing that was around the calf and cattle yards. Now comes the embarrassing bit, I have always thought their sound was the sound of electricity running threw the wires and transformers. I only discovered the true nature of the sound a few years ago. Duh!<br />
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Does any one out there know how to spell the name of these critters?

A new one to add to your list Nancy:<br />
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The whizzzzzzzzzzzzzz of the cadydid (sp?). I've just heard it for the first time this season, and the sound brings such joy. That sound will increase in volume and frequency as the summer ripens. Soon, in August, it will fill the air on a lazy afternoon, and the full weight of this humid golden season will engulf us mortals in a sweaty embrace.

Uh, Ladee, maybe, big MAYBE in 10 years. LOL!!

Utterly perfect in every way.

New addition:<br />
Hushed friendly voices echoing softly through an old empty silo as approaching thunder rumbles and the wind whistles across the open top like blowing across an empty glass bottle.

I hear it! Great addition, Juan.

Adding to your list:<br />
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listening to a soft summer rain fall upon fully bloomed maple leaves while lying in bed with the window open at dawn on a Sunday

Rain hitting a window pane, that's a good one Angel.

That's a beautiful list. Right now its raining outside my window. I'm gonna do my best to pay attention.

Ladies, really. *blushes*

They are truly a special breed of runner, rare, but not unheard of.

SFM -- I've read that some people can do this, but I've never passed a barefoot runner out in the real world.

Not if you are a professional barefoot runner, then it would be cheers and the smack of sturdy feet hitting smooth pavement.

"Adding one more, The sound of running bare foot and crowds cheering."<br />
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Wouldn't that sound be "Ow, ow, ow, where the **** are my ******* shoes?"

Cool additions Dee!

I could hear each sound as I read through the list.. I like the reference to a symphony! Two more I thought of.. as a child I used to walk to school looking down to find all the dry leaves in my path because I loved the sound of them crunching under my feet. Also in the early spring when water lying around freezes at night and forms a frozen top la<x>yer, and you come along and step on it and it cracks or sounds like breaking glass.. another childhood past time while walking to school, lol. A wonderful list you compiled, SFM (or is it searchie now? ;)

muahhh smack slurp!

Oh, Puck! :)

Fantastic thought provoking, word painting symphony<br />
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The gutteral whine of a chainsaw in the late fall, that heralds the coming cold!

I have never listened to music while out walking. I too would much rather hear the rhythms of nature.

I received an Ipod as a gift a little more than a year ago. I think it is a great little gadget, and I enjoy pluggin it in to the car stereo, or the home system and letting it shuffle. However, I rarely have any desire to take it with me when out on walks. The sounds of the world are much more entertaining.

Brilliant ((((Searchie)))) lol, great nickname...!

Awesome list....I love it. I also love the hum of a fan in the window.

My pleasure, Juan and armadillo. (Searchie, that's cute)

From you trailquide that means a lot. Thanks!

Nice collection -- all of it.

Beautiful. Thank you SFM.

My pleasure, girlfriend!