As summer comes to an end, I was in my secret garden with my kids this evening and I heard the cicadas and I wondered about them coming out for a season. They crawled out of the earth, shed their skin transformed and let the sun harden their new wings and sang their hearts out this summer. Hopefully few of them laid their eggs. As the weather cools, they began their farewell songs in my backyard. Time to reborn, rejoice and renew….
goodbye August, hello September !
In a Wonderland we lie,
Dreaming as the days go by,
Ever drifting down the stream
Lingering in the golden gleam
Life, what is it but a dream?
Lewis Carroll