The screeching noises that had surrounded the yard all day began to quiet. The sun sank low in the west and beautiful pinks, oranges, and mauves repainted the light blue sky. My husband and I knew we would need to look quickly to find what we sought before darkness made it impossible.
We didn't need to look far. They became immediately visible on nearly every surface. Empty cicada shells. They were on fence posts, the swimming pool, iris leaves, the sides of the house and garage, and most of all, the trees. The trees were loaded. We had to walk with care as there were many in clusters on the ground.
We left them in peace to continue their mission.
Nature inspires such curiosity and imagination.
If you want to know more about the 17-year cicadas, you can learn about them here.
Until next time,