Monday, September 5, 2011

Cicadas

Sing, cicada, of summer.

Herself and I spent the long Labor Day weekend with her Beloved, Offspring the Second, Offspring the Third, and her Cherished Friend, visiting the Gila Cliff Dwellings and surrounding environs in New Mexico.  They hauled their trailers up Friday night, and spent the weekend enjoyably hiking, relaxing, cooking and consuming tasty things, and stoking the campfire. The weather was lovely - it even delightfully rained at the tail end of Sunday's hike.  Two and a half days passed in the blink of an eye, and it was time to come home again.  Alas. 

Herself found that she surprisingly woke up quite early every morning. It was very pleasant to take the tiny dog for a walk in the pre-dawn quiet, and then sit in the camp chair and watch the clouds change color as the sun rose. So peaceful. 

There was a plethora of cicadas also inhabiting the RV park.  The insects were shockingly loud; their noise was not the expected whine-buzz, but rather, a rattling of extraordinary volume that began promptly at 8 AM and carried on until 8 PM. Gigantic, ugly, noisy bugs. Fascinating.


Offspring the Second enjoys a visit from a cicada.

1 comment:

  1. It was awesome. Thanks for all your hard work in making it happen, my love.

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