One sure way to know summer is here is to hear the chorus of cicadas ringing in our ears. 

I sat outside the other night and watched a cicada emerge from that ugly brown shell. It took quite a while. I didn’t know they came out green at first. Then miraculously, his big wings popped out from somewhere. He sat there slightly quivering for quite a while in order for his wings to dry out enough to fly away and began to sing for a mate.

That event really wasn’t on my bucket list, but now I can add it and put a big red X beside it!

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