I Heard the Cicadas Sing
I heard the cicada's sing today. (Sounds like a book title, don't you think? It's on my bucket list, so...we'll see. 😉) I (still) get by with a little help from my friends. 💕 Regarding the cicadas, Evan asked, "Why do they do that?" And I felt a little sad. My neighbor has shared her story of telling her girls the cicada's song symbolizes the end of summer. What began as a positive, happy little foretelling became a dread as they aged. Oh, summer. I feel a little like Rock Biter in The Never-Ending Story, "I couldn't hold on to (it). (Time) pulled (it) right out of my hands." Where DOES the time go?!! It certainly hasn't felt like much of a productive summer. But...then...I have pretty high standards in that regard. What I guess I should say is I haven't been overly active. I haven't produced and directed many (if any) amazing summer experiences (aside from the upcoming capstone). I haven't done any major ho...