It is courtship season for katydids. I heard them in the trees outside my window as I sat early this morning, that distinctive sawing sound as the males rub their forewings together to sing to the females; the females’ chirping response, “Katy did, Katy didn’t.” It was 86 degrees already by 7:00 this morning. Good preparation for a trip to cooler climes in Michigan. I remember a song I used to listen to when I was a teen- “Hot Summer Day” by It’s A Beautiful Day. I’d go down the street to my friend George R’s house and we’d listen on the stereo in his room. He taught me how to make “Indian” tea with cloves and cinnamon and other spices and milk and we’d drink it on cold days.