Once again it seemed to rain for 40 days and nights, so there was nothing for it but to get more files sorted.  I think I managed to reduce the mountains of old papers by half.  I still have to finish refiling/disposing of, but the end is in sight(?).  What was I thinking, all these decades of saving crap?!  Still, better downsizing now, while I still can.  I learned that the hard way from my parents, sorting through their lifetime of papers alone.

When the deluge paused long enough to go outside, this is what I found: a plague of cicadas literally covering almost everything.  They just sit there, completing their 17-year cycle of dormancy, reproduction, and death.  It’s the creepiest thing.  I’m not sure even the other critters want to eat them.  But the plants appear to be none the worse for wear.

Of course, the raging rivulets washed rows of newly sown seeds downstream, but that was to be expected.  It’s an uphill battle (not to mix metaphors) growing anything in this concrete clay, but I’ve given it my best shot.  You’d think this land was cursed or something!  But it won’t be my problem soon.

Still, we managed to avoid the latest unprecedented wave of tornadoes in the south.  And the inches of rain didn’t hurt all the weeds and flowers.  Here are some, amazingly not covered in cicadas.