This is the year of the seventeen year cicada. While I’ve been seeing lots of holes in the ground from where they’ve been tunneling themselves out to freedom, save one exoskeleton, I’ve seen no live cicada, until today.
Here is my contribution to Hammad’s Weekend Sky Photo Challenge #28.
Princess Pirouette spurred her horse further up the path. It was a warm, sunny day, just perfect for a ride in the park. GarGar, le comte des Deux Chats rode beside her. Neither spoke. In recent days, they’d settled into a comfortable silence that belied their passion. It was as if everything that needed to be said had been said and now the only form of communication necessary involved looks and gestures. It was a new experience for Pirouette who had always been on the talkative side.
GarGar reached into a basket that was hanging on the side of his horse. From it he drew a bottle of wine. “Would you care for a sip, my dear?” He asked. “No, thank you, GarGar, but help yourself.” With that GarGar took a deep gulp directly from the bottle. Who needs a glass when you’re riding? He thought.
I find the floral comparisons to be more striking than anything else.
How I love the Spring! Some more azaleas-