I read in the news a couple of months ago about the cicadas that were coming to the east coast for the summer. I hoped that I would end up in the area at the right time to see the little buggers, and it just so happened that Rails Girls DC coincided. Well they didn’t visit DC, and we didn’t see them when we moved on to Asheville NC either. I had lost hope. I love the sounds they make, it reminds me of so many different times in my life.
I walked around the side of the house this morning to get the hose and there it was. Hanging off the back of my fella’s motorcycle cover was a cicada shell. We aren’t due for cicadas here in Nashville for some time, so I think he may have traveled to see me.