You know it's summer when you can hear the outdoors. Like the purr of your sewing machine, busily pushing material, the cicadas are buzzing or whatever they do to make their familiar sound, as they push their way up and out of the ground. This is the year for the 17 year cicadas to emerge from the ground here in Oldham County, Kentucky, Crestwood, to be sort of exact. We are about 20 miles north of Louisville. Different parts of the country have broods that come out on particular summers. The sound is defining. I don't know how to describe it.
I'm still quilting as I await the outcome of the Democratic National Committee rules hearing. They are probably deciding the presidential election with their vote to allow, or not to allow the delegates. Wouldn't you have loved to have been a fly on the wall when they left the TV room and went behind closed doors? I wonder what they said.