Things are Hopping Around Here!

Dear Diary,

The garden is a  shriveled up mess, the grass is like shredded wheat but the grasshoppers and crickets don't seem to mind.  It has been an awful drought this year.  This little fellow was taking a rest on a ladder hanging on the potting shed.  Aren't his markings beautiful?  I was in the studio yesterday and a wee cricket was serenading me.  They are sure signs of an approaching autumn and, I pray, some rain.