Looking through the Insect Archives, I realized that grasshoppers remind me of childhood, of hot walks on the pasture and long afternoons in the yard. Sitting in my quiet office, I can almost hear them. The click as they leap away and the receding buzz of wings, over and over again. These photos make me wish for tall itchy grass and hot dry wind, for a few hours of summer to spend with long departed friends.
Rae Spencer 
I always love being ‘in the company’ of grasshoppers. So thanks so much for bringing them to my day!
Hi Rae. That first pic is incredible. Did they used to tell you growing up that when a grasshopper showed up it meant a visitor was coming? That’s what i grew up hearing, and it stuck.
Have a good weekend.
Thank you! I’ve never heard that grasshoppers mean visitors. Now, next time I see one, I’ll wonder who to expect!
we used to have such fun catching grasshoppers in the hand. and laugh when they spat “tobacco”.. we would keep them in jars and then let them go, none the worse for wear. happy memories, that’s for sure.
🙂