May 15, 2025

Woke to a sound that made me think I’d left the water running. It was the cicadas. Decided I love the sound, and would be happy if that were the backdrop of every summer. This is more poignant because, assuming a seventeen year cycle, I may never hear them again. 

Called GOT-JUNK? And had various metal items– spent arbors, bent metal chairs, the firewood holder mouldering against the fence--hauled away. It was more expensive than I expected. The two boys who did the job (one slight and white, the other huge and black) were touchingly interested in doing well at that rather elementary job, and in securing my approval. Pride in workmanship has not wholly disappeared. 

Planted pink turtlehead and $100 worth of ferns.