"The whole cycle of changes returns into itself, just as do the metamorphoses of an insect." C. Lyell & L. Lyell, Principles of Geology (ed. 12) vol. II, 1875
A friend from Texas writes in response to this morning's post: "I'm so glad you wrote about the cicadas. We spotted them the other evening, but noticed they are different from our local variety: Texas Dog-Day cicadas that emerge annually.
When I was a child, in Corpus Christi, we sat outside most summer evenings talking, and maybe eating homemade peach or native sugar-fig ice cream, until the breeze came up and it was cool enough to go to bed.(Before A/C...or at least for us) The cicada serenade was so loud, it often drowned out our storytelling. I loved to collect their perfect body shells from the sides of whatever they'd climbed to molt after emerging from their underground beds. We used them like brooches on our shirts.
My windowsill at home has a collection of them, which freaks out non-local guests. The cicadas and the lightin' bugs (many up here now) have been casualties of our more extreme heat and drought down south.
I love this post and its hopeful ending. Thank you
I love this too! The cycle is a comforting and hopeful concept.
I love this post! I hope you are right that we will return to normal some day...
Thank you for this! Learned more about these critters than I expected to be knowable- and share your conclusion.
A friend from Texas writes in response to this morning's post: "I'm so glad you wrote about the cicadas. We spotted them the other evening, but noticed they are different from our local variety: Texas Dog-Day cicadas that emerge annually.
When I was a child, in Corpus Christi, we sat outside most summer evenings talking, and maybe eating homemade peach or native sugar-fig ice cream, until the breeze came up and it was cool enough to go to bed.(Before A/C...or at least for us) The cicada serenade was so loud, it often drowned out our storytelling. I loved to collect their perfect body shells from the sides of whatever they'd climbed to molt after emerging from their underground beds. We used them like brooches on our shirts.
My windowsill at home has a collection of them, which freaks out non-local guests. The cicadas and the lightin' bugs (many up here now) have been casualties of our more extreme heat and drought down south.
https://www.texasento.net/Cicada3.htm
Love this convergence of occurrences and your deep musings. Comforted. Thank you dear.