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At the moment I am loving the "plop, slush" sound of the ice dropping as my freezer defrosts. Been meaning to do it for ages. OH will be pleased, but it will be a race to see if I can fill it with lottie veg before he can fill it with lollies.

Later I will enjoy the sound of a cork popping

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~ What do I think of Western civilisation? I think it would be a very good idea ~ Gandhi

Yep, that'll do me.

Or the sound of the latest Japser Fforde booking landing on my doormat!

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A simple dude trying to grow veg.

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My cats purring!

The birds (mostly sparrows and tits) singing in the trees right by my back door.

KK

Waves splashing (or crashing) on the seashore. Very calming. (Closely followed by the sound of a cork popping). Definitely not the sound of birds outside my bedroom window specially in the summer when the little darlings wake up around 4 am.

The peace and quiet I get at the lottie, it washes over me and soothes me, I love it!
Not technically a sound I know!

My dog chewing a bone..........hopefully not the postmans!

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My Majesty made for him a garden anew in order
to present to him vegetables and all beautiful flowers.- Offerings of Thutmose III to Amon-Ra (1500 BCE)

Novation Supernova, Sound Bank B, Timbre 076 ! Lush !

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The sound of my darling children sleeping and snoring. AHHHHH bliss

For me, nothing beats the sound of silence but if I do have to hear anything what I like is
waves lapping on the shore
the burn running past
Children playing in the far distance.
I lived in France in a rented house for a while and what I loved was
lying in the bath in the morning
with the window open and the sun shining on me
listening to the cockerel at the bottom of the garden crowing his head off. Bliss.

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From each according to his ability, to each according to his needs.

sometimes the dogs in my nieghbourhood keeps us awake, we then (3 yrs now) put our fan on, works brill, our daughter has to do the same (next door, with our grandchild,) shouldn't have to be this way, but, it works

Church bells - any place .....any time! ( especially if they are hand pulled)
Maybe if I lived next door to a church though I might feel differently????

Logs crackling on a fire...

Waves sloshing over shingle...

Light wind through leaves...

Cats purring, bird song in the summer, children laughing (not giggling!)

Makes you appreciate your hearing doesn't it!!

Jan

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Jan A novice gardener - first year of growing

I had a complaint about my dog barking (during the day) from the council - not sure which neighbour it was that couldn't tell us personally!!!

Let someone know - you don't have to suffer.

Once I knew, I acted on it.
Give them your leccy bill - it must be higher!
Jan

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Jan A novice gardener - first year of growing

money jingling in my pocket( have five kids so don,t hear this often )

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NORTH DEVON

a seed planted today makes a meal tomorrow!

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The sound of autumn robins....
owls in the night
lapwings
frogs croaking to each other
wrens
fog horns on very big ships
oooh i can go on for ever, sorry

My budgie, Primrose, swearing at me in bird language. That's probably because when we gave him his name, we thought he was a girl! He has a lovely bubbly chirp which never fails to make me smile.

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Updated November 30th - Mr Stinky's Excellent Adventure (and a Christmas Cake)

Sitting on the beach "down home" (where I grew up), on a foggy day, with the waves just gently washing the shore of pebbles, the foghorn blowing and hearing the occasional ship's engine as it left the harbour. Those were always times I could be guaranteed peace and quiet (with 5 siblings, that was hard to achieve).

Now, up on the lottie, hearing the scrape of the fork going into the soil, birds singing overhead and the wind through the plants.

Or a good thunderstorm with lots of wind, preferably on the shore!! (I miss living close to the proper sea - Irish sea is much calmer than the Atlantic ocean!).

The sizzle of roasting meat coming out of the oven or onions frying on the stove.

And a cork popping is always a welcome sound.

Or the crackling of a proper fire with real wood (preferably with the wind howling around outside!!).

I'm with Alice on 'the sound of silence' but I do also love the sounds of robins & blackbirds singing, the cat purring, waves lapping on a seashore (mesmerising!) & the sound of bells & rigging jostling on boats gently rocking in a harbour.

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Into every life a little rain must fall.

water over a gentle waterfall, hitting the bottom like jazz tom toms
the wind in high tree tops
a mother hen purring over her new brood
a crackling fire
black-throated divers calling to each other on the loch

ahh... quite wistful now... good thread!

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Dwell simply ~ love richly

I can't stand birds at night and early morning: they wake me up as I am a light sleeper.

I love icecubes cracking as they hit a pint glass of cold gin and tomic...

The sound of crickets.
Happy turkeys cheeping.

Silence.

The sound that do's it for me is the call of the Curlew in the spring first hearing means spring is on it's way .
And later on in the year the chattering of a Skylark in the feild next to the house i don't se it very often but it is so refreshing early morning .
This is a cheeky one the reader on the sports report sat or sun afternoon reading out Aston Villa 2 the Others 0 hee hee jacob

" Cup of tea????" always lightens my heart!!!

Any blackbird, singing its heart out.

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Aerodynamically the bumblebee shouldn't be able to fly, but the bumblebee doesn't know that so it goes on flying anyway.
~ Mary Kay Ash