One of the reasons I moved back to the south was to experience summer. Summer in Portland was never long enough to grow beautiful tomatoes, and until recently, was never very warm. Native Oregonian’s would say otherwise, but growing up in the south, summers with 90 degrees plus and oppressive humidity is what we’re accustomed to. As a result folks here do ridiculous things like let cars idle with the air-conditioner running. Breaks my green little heart.
Upon moving back to the south, I hadn’t realized some of the things that I had missed. I really missed the sounds of summer, which in the south that means tree frogs, crickets, and cicadas. It is finally getting cool enough in the evening that I can open the windows at night again. The sounds of the southern night lulling me to sleep. Almost like camping, but in my own comfy bed.
While cicadas are supposed to come out every 13 or 17 years, they have been out the last two. Last summer Ginger kitty brought me several. So far this year, thankfully, she’s only brought one into the house. I’m knocking on wood desperately hoping I haven’t just jinxed myself for her to bring me more. Earlier this summer when I first spotted cicadas, I found a sight that tracked the little buggers. Now I’m finding this may be just one more effect of global warming and higher temperatures. Check out this article from Scientific American for more information about the current brood that is hatching four years early.
In case you haven’t had the opportunity to come in contact with a cicada, they go through two distinct phases. The first of which, they look like a mid-sized marble with a hard shell they slough off. They emerge from their shell/skin over night and leave an empty carcass. When they emerge they look like a huge horsefly with a bright green head. They are also quite LOUD! At times it’s like someone turned the radio to all static, cranked the volume full, and walked away.
Last night when Coe and I were out for a midnight stroll, we saw this guy in the middle of the sidewalk; a work in progress. 
When we got out for our walk this morning, we saw this dew covered cicada. I wish I had gotten better pictures of the dew on his wings, but did the best I could with my phone. Click on the image for a larger view.
I hope your summer is sounding great. Even if you have to be chained to a desk today, make it a Happy Friday!
Lula Harp 
I agree about the summertime sounds. The cicadas bring back fond memories of camping when I was a child, and I find the sound soothing. I had thought the ones I was hearing this year were the “annual” cicadas I hear every year and hadn’t realized the 17-year kind were emerging early. Interesting. Thx!
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