One Last Thing
I am trying to get more posts onto the blog. It would be easier if I were not buried in cicadas.
Here is my front door in the morning. The black spots are all cicadas. That was Monday. It was twice as busy this morning.
Here is the ornamental grass in front of my house. Each one of those red-eyed beasts is about an inch and a half long. When they start buzzing, it is going to sound like a convention of chainsaw artists around here.