We’re in some kind of unseasonable heat wave that’s affecting the whole northeast as well, rising into the 90s for the next week or so.  I hear hurricane season is starting early again for the ?th year in a row, and no doubt will be worse than ever.  Extreme tornadoes are no longer isolated or limited to tornado alley, so I guess moving back to the midwest is no riskier than anywhere else these days.  No place is safe from climate change.  Or deadly viruses.

On the other hand, we in the southeast are the particularly lucky recipients of swarms of dead and dying cicadas piled up everywhere.  You can’t walk outside without cicadas crunching underfoot or dropping on you, and the stench is awful.  The continuous buzz gets louder each day.  In some places, you can’t see the ground.  It’s unpleasant just stepping outside.  It’s like a horror movie.  I think they’ve scared off most of the birds and other critters.  Misu likes them, of course.  No accounting for tastes.  I’m not going to treat you to photos of them, because it’s just too creepy.

Instead, here are the few cicada-less flowers I could find, and Misu doing what she does best (when she’s not stalking renegade cicadas).