Unfortunately, it never happened. In fact, we have yet to hear the whir of a cicada here at all. I think I remember that last year it was around this time in the summer before the cicadas made an appearance.
I'm from the South, so cicadas are a mark of summer, and to have to wait for them so late in an already short season makes me feel like something is missing.
So instead we'll have to content ourselves with some images I captured over the past few months and haven't yet posted.
Oh, and tell me what you're reading now! I'm reading Siege and Storm by Leigh Bardugo (thanks Margo, luv, for the recommendation of Shadow and Bone).
|Buddha head-stand at Storm King Art Center|
|Noah contemplating Andy Goldsworthy's wall|
|Not quite spring when I took this|
|A turtle laying eggs in our back yard|
|Blue heron fishing on our pond|