We are there – the longest (and typically hottest) days of the summer. Two things are on my mind: Cicadas and Solstice.
Oh, add a third – mosquitoes.
First thing: Have you heard any of the summer cicadas yet? I heard one brave little insect screeching all alone five nights ago. His call wavered, then fell into silence. He waited. I’m sure he
was wondering if any of his friends had popped out of the ground yet. …