OK Folks, here's the deal, I've been threatened contusions unless I post or publish some of my writing. So here we go.

 

Have you ever had something hatch and grow in your mind in the darkness of night that won't allow you rest until you give it birth? Oddly enough this started out to be a bird, which would have been more pretty, but it ended up an insect. That's the nature of dreams.

The magic entomologic seasons of Summer life,

The June bugs are a long gone memory that go unmissed. The fireflies that came and went after are missed much. The seventeen year cicadas' brief appearance out of the earth and into the air are as short a memory as yesterday's. The monarch butterfly, always changing, but always beautiful has departed as well. Now of the ones that are left, my constant companion, that unwelcome houseguest the mosquito, stays longest of all, oh how I wish that she would follow!