“The ultimate goal of farming is not the growing of crops, but the cultivation and perfection of human beings.”

Masanobu Fukuoka, The One-Straw Revolution

Cicada Songs

There's a din, here on the farm, that grows louder as the temperature rises.  It is a high-pitched, other-worldly humming sound.  It starts in deep in the woods and progresses into "the holler"- the low-lying area of woods between the house and the barn - home of the Dragon Tree Trail.  As the day progresses, the sound gets closer and closer, eventually reaching the orchard.  Over the overwhelming high-pitched ebb and flow of song you occasionally hear the scritchety sound of one lone cicada.   It must be a lullaby for the pigs, because the songs lulled them right to sleep!


This humming is the soundtrack of daily life around here.  It's actually quite lovely - and different from the typical August sound of cicadas in the trees.  Perhaps the difference lies in the sheer magnitude of numbers of cicadas.  Yes, that little spot on MaryAnn's abdomen is a cicada!


On the ground at the base of each tree in the orchard lies the discarded carcasses of nymphs who have already emerged.  There are just as many still hanging in the trees above as well.   It seems to me that the Brood X epicenter just might be here in the orchard.


In case you have none of these creatures near you, I have...

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