The Years the Locust Has Eaten

We just received a rare visit by the 17-year “locusts” or, more properly, cicadas. Many people hate their loud, insistent whirring in the trees—and their thumb-sized winged bodies everywhere. I love them. I think they’re beautiful, and love their summer music. Partly, I know I’m fascinated with them because of their long years underground, and … Continue reading The Years the Locust Has Eaten