The humidity enveloped the landscape, constricting ever tighter, until flora and fauna wilted. Breathless, lifeless, and defeated, Summer had officially arrived in all its oppressive glory.  Oh, and we have cicadas. Heat stress is a real thing and can adversely affect our plants. When temperatures start to top 85 degrees,…

  The hum and drone of the cicadas rose and fell in unison, like waves on the ocean.  Their song lulled the landscape to sleep like a midsummer’s night lullaby, exhausted and spent from her good and decent work. Mid Summer, often, has an unkempt, woeful look, but the constant heat and…

Their song, although rhythmic, could be thunderous at times as their voices rise and fall in perfect unison.  It’s a familiar song, one I’ve heard all my life, but if you’re not really listening, despite its decibel, you won’t hear it.  It’s the song of Summer.  The Cicada Song. It’s an odd phenomenon, really, and…