Shades of Gray from Grayson Co, TX #895 –The cry of summer’s heat- The Cicada

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Ah yes, along with the oppressive heat comes the ear piercing cry of the cicada. More info than you probably want or need:

Although only males produce the cicadas’ distinctive sound, both sexes have tympana, membranous structures by which they detect sounds. They are the cicadas’ equivalent of ears. Males disable their own tympana while calling, thereby preventing damage to their hearing this is necessary partly because some cicadas produce sounds up to 120 dB (SPL), among the loudest of all insect-produced sounds. The song is loud enough to cause permanent hearing loss in humans should the cicada sing just outside the listener’s ear. In contrast, some small species have songs so high in pitch that the noise is inaudible to humans

To the human ear, it often is difficult to tell where a cicada song is coming from; the pitch is nearly constant, the song sounds continuous to the human ear, and cicadas sing in scattered groups. If a singing male becomes alarmed on the approach of a possible enemy, it softens its song so that the attention of the listener gets distracted to neighbouring louder singers, creating a confusing ventriloqual effect.

In addition to the mating song, many species have a distinct distress call, usually a broken and erratic sound that the insect emits when seized or panicked; at the same time it is likely to squirt waste liquid from the sap that it had been sucking, possibly distracting certain classes of attacker. Some species also have courtship songs, generally quieter, and produced after a female has been drawn by the calling song. Males also produce encounter calls, whether in courtship or to maintain personal space within choruses.

A pray for cool and quiet!  monos en theos†††jas L

IMAGES OF SMALL THINGS FROM THE BIGGEST COUNTY IN TEXAS #685 THE LONGING FOR…

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“Flowers… are a proud assertion that a ray of beauty outvalues all the utilities of the world.”   Ralph Waldo Emerson

Our high is supposed to reach close to 90 degrees today. I wish I could just enjoy it and not pine for more. Knowing that winter will return and wrinkle any too soon growth. I somehow apply that logic to me and feel scared that even at my age I could prematurely bloom.

Our weather today is so pretty and yet it draws heavily upon my heart.

I wish and wonder for summers rebound.

A bud, a bloom, baby birds hawking for mothers return

I long to mount the road, a blue road.

Flowers abound away from urban sound.

I long for flowers and small roads, the fading of  human touch

To be adrift with the sound of nothing but the quiet heartbeat of nature.

enjoy your weather and our mother nature that is around in all seasons…en theos ††† jim

Photo of Da day @ Da Pine #213

I was out in my yard checking on the progress of spring. I could hear a distant roar and had to search the sky for the source. In a flash it made me realize how far I have come and not by the grace of an airplane.

For too many years I was at the head of that contrail. I counted life by “B’s”: how many bloody Mary’s I could drink to dull the pain. I flew 250,000 miles a year. I got free upgrades to free booze all the time. Only thing was, it wasn’t really free.

I still count the days with “B’s”: butterflies, bugs, blooms and birds. How far I now travel with His Grace.

Find true Grace on your journey†††††††nada te turbe†††jim