Nascent Summer seems to have settled in nicely, replete and contented. Yet her once dewy, fresh face begins to grow sallow and somber under the impossible weight of hot, humid temperatures and lack of meaningful moisture. Her youth, vigor and novelty are starting to wear thin.  July is upon us….

Summer marched forth to the cadence of the cicada, stumbling ever so often, as her rhythm slowly became out of sync.  Her easy going nature seemed strained, and her once verdant beauty disheveled and unkempt.  A kind word and a bit of support would again renew her spirit and loveliness. …

Nascent Summer seems to have settled in nicely, replete and contented. Yet her once dewy, fresh face begins to grow sallow and somber under the impossible weight of hot, humid temperatures and lack of meaningful moisture. Her youth, vigor and novelty are starting to wear thin.  July is upon us….

Summer marched forth to the cadence of the cicada, stumbling ever so often, as her rhythm slowly became out of sync.  Her easy going nature seemed strained, and her once verdant beauty disheveled and unkempt.  A kind word and a bit of support would again renew her spirit and loveliness. …

Sallow and weary, the landscape’s fresh, vibrant glaze became worn and cracked, like ancient pottery, as the bleached and brittle foliage cried out in despair.  August’s dog days were upon us, and the relentless heat and lack of consistent moisture wreaked havoc on every living thing as if nature was…

  The rhythmic whir and hum rose and fell like waves on a tumultuous sea, growing more intense as the sun journeyed westward.  Their voices were part of the seasonal back drop, forming the rich fabric of Summer’s chorus.  The cicada song.   The cicadas are but invisible sirens – heard but not seen,…