On Tuesday, Judy and Nick were at Lincoln School in Newark for the last day of pet visiting for this season. It was also Nick’s retirement party. He got a doggie cake, lots of hugs and a statue, made by the art teacher.
Today was threatened by a big T-storm, which has already arrived with heavy rain, a few nearby boomers, but not much wind, so far. We leave soon for Brooklyn and Maggie’s graduation from Packer School. Because of the weather, the ceremonies were moved indoors.
The cicadas are everywhere. Their shells adorn every tree and shrub. The adults are big and clumsy, slowly fly from tree to tree, their song is a continuous dull, machinery-like roar. They’re quiet at night and in the heavy rain. The dead adults are all over the street and yard. Once every seventeen years seems like quite enough.
Here, in the garden, I missed the peonies, iris, tree peonies, early spireas, laurel, English holly, some viburnums, chokecherry, beautyberry and others.
In bloom: clematis, linden tree, privet, spireas, tutsan, Asian hollies, elderberry, roses, lamium.
Rainy day reward.
Judy's last day at Lincoln School this season and Nick's retirement party.
Those brown things all over the little viburnum bush are the the shells from which the cicadas hatched.
The bug himself, talk about your red-eye flight.
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