June 08, 2008> 6:14 PM
a few life things It seems to be the time of year, or decade or whatever, for these guys. This is a Cicada - a big 'ole insect that lays its eggs in the ground and when the larva hatch out (every 17 years on a large scale), they hit the trees and make big time noise huntin' for some lovin'. And the noise is very distinctive and loud. I, for one, love it. I lot that sound. I grew up hearing that sound in the Summers. Some must hatch out every year because I don't remember ever not hearing them. I've said before, and I'll say it again, that I can't imagine living somewhere where I can't hear that sound. I would have recorded it for you in the back yard but I didn't want to go through all that to get a Cicada noise on my blog. You can do a Google search and find plenty.
It's hot here in Kentucky today, for the last few days - in the 90's - not common for early June here really. Too hot for me. I could honestly be satisfied if it never got above 75 or 80 degrees (Farenheit). So, inside in the air conditioning, yep.
I'll end with this: I found out today that my Uncle Dave died last night. He was David Earl Creech, my Dad's older brother, only by 2 or 3 years. I think he was 74(?). He's been relatively sick for several years and has had lots of health problems off and on for a long time. He apparently died in his sleep, so that's a slightly positive slant. I'll likely be headed to Glasgow tomorrow for a memorial service (Kentucky, not Scotland). If you think about it, please pray for his wife, for his children, my cousins, the whole family - and for those who are turned toward such a thing, for him. Pax vobiscum.
June 08, 2008
> 6:14 PM
It seems to be the time of year, or decade or whatever, for these guys. This is a Cicada - a big 'ole insect that lays its eggs in the ground and when the larva hatch out (every 17 years on a large scale), they hit the trees and make big time noise huntin' for some lovin'. And the noise is very distinctive and loud. I, for one, love it. I lot that sound. I grew up hearing that sound in the Summers. Some must hatch out every year because I don't remember ever not hearing them. I've said before, and I'll say it again, that I can't imagine living somewhere where I can't hear that sound. I would have recorded it for you in the back yard but I didn't want to go through all that to get a Cicada noise on my blog. You can do a Google search and find plenty.
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