June, July, August and September
is the season of rest and sleep,-
a winter of dry heat….In these balmy, dissolving days when the deep heart-beats of Nature are felt thrilling rocks and trees and everything alike, common business and friends are easily forgotten.
-John Muir
This bug is a Dogday Harvestfly, a cicada that appears in the “dog days” of summer, with a call that sounds like a “circular saw cutting through a block of wood”.
I’ve been kind of sitting on the picture waiting for another period of warm weather, a run of dog days that would make the quotes above appropriate, but I just don’t think it’s going to happen.
I think autumn is here, friends. I’m not ready. I just didn’t get enough summer; not enough of those super hot, humid dog days, that make me greet a chill in the air with a sigh of relief.
How about you? Are you ready for fall?
Or are you like me, hoping for an extended Indian summer?
