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Sunday, June 5th, 2011 10:19 am
It's only 10 a.m. and already the mercury has risen to 86 degrees F.

I have an umbrella on the table on my southeast facing front deck, so it's still shady there.

Every year when the seasons seem to change before the solar cycles do, I think about covering this deck.

And after giving an appropriate amount of thought to what would be a major disruption for me, I move on to other thoughts.

The cicadas are back.



They emerge every 13 years, with males announcing their presence before they move on northward as the soil temperature rises.
I've been here 17 years come this fall.

So I've sat out in front of this home, and heard the cicadas before.

I think that's a record for me.

The first time I've been in the same home when the cicadas began their serenade.
Because I've been here that long, my garden has matured quite a bit. It thankfully doesn't take all the heavy lifting it used to.

My back isn't what it used to be. That's just part of the cycle.

So I'm learning to ask for help when I need it.

That's a lesson in the cycle.

I think it's neat how the cycles work...I've moved into a cycle where it is good and necessary to slow down, have a seat on my deck under the umbrella, and review the framework I've completed over a period of time.

Does it need some tweaking here and there? Does something need to be ripped out, recycled, or re-done in some way?

That works equally well in the garden...
The journey is good.