The trees are full of cicadas. They swoop down with their loud noise and startle me when I pass too close at night. Their exoskeletons left clinging to all the trees displays the slit on the back from which the molted adult emerges. They crawl from the ground and climb upon the trees before molting. It must be a good cicada year.
Seleste loves to pick up containers of these shells. I don't know how many I have thrown out. Once unbeknowest to me she gave my neighbor Sandy one in a box tied with a red ribbon. Seleste got a great laugh out of that!
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Hiya sister kristi love pic's and the garden and the bug =] love carmecita and your knew back ground pic
I love your new heading picture.....Seleste Ingalls Wilder....she just belongs on the prairie.....
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