The cicadas started up tonight. I find their song deeply reassuring and as soon as I heard their familiar buzz, I stopped, sat down, and savored the moment.
For me, summer isn’t really summer until the cicadas start to sing. It was also 97 degrees and humid today, so I guess we now have all the ingredients we need to make it official. Happy Summer!
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I agree. It became summer for me when I heard the buzz too.
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