Waiting by francoise

Waiting

While this is neither the best shot, nor the best edit of the scene down at the apple tree today, it does, I think, capture some of the flavor of our current invasion. At the bottom, you see the shells and at the top, you see the emerged insects waiting in line as though for take-off at an airport. But they didn't go anywhere today. Not a single cicada was singing anywhere. I imagine that everywhere else they were doing the same as these: waiting. It's been cold for two days now, cold and rainy. I guess our visitors (friends?) don't care for the cold. It seems to have put them into a stupor and they seem to have no clue what, if anything, they should be doing. They sat on the branches this morning, and then were still there this evening when we returned home from visiting two of the Sisters.

My husband has four sisters. They don't all get along, so we never see them all at the same time, though no visit happens without discussions of the absent. This particular visit was an actual first: an invitation to eat a meal. It was a fun visit and yet I feel similarly to the way I always felt from even the best visits to my family in Chicago: completely done in. I can certainly relate to the cicadas seen here in their cold weather stupor because all I want to do at this particular moment is sit. I don't want to write, or read, or edit pictures, or do much of anything.

As it is currently past a reasonable bedtime, I don't think that this state of stupor will pose much of a problem in life. Tomorrow will arrive. The weathermen predict that the sun will warm the world and thus these cicadas will fly off tot he tops of the trees and start singing again, as will I.

Such an unusual capture! Fascinating to see so many shells in one place and equally fascinating to see so many cicadas gathered together
May 31st, 2021  
Wow!
May 31st, 2021  
Holy cow!
June 1st, 2021  
This is oddly compelling.
June 2nd, 2021  
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