Kickin' back, musing, observing, and gathering inspiration from the hills of East Tennessee.
Tuesday, May 27, 2008
I guess this is the year of the cicada. We just had a year of the cicada in 2004, but oh well, here we go again. Along with the cicada, we can hear what sound like peepers coming from a nearby wet area, but perhaps that's the cicada's also. The sound is like an alien spacecraft coming in for a landing! It is pretty weird. The cicada's look really weird too, with those red eyes!
Rabbits cookin' coffee -- that's what the locals call it. But here in this little hollow in East Tennessee, when the hills surrender their misty hostage to reveal the stalwart cedars growing by the stream in our pasture, I know there is no place on earth I would rather be. The welcome mat is out! Come and sit on the porch and chat with me awhile!