June Bugs & Jar Flys

Every time I go outside I see dead insects.  The cicadas' songs get thinner every day as they die off.  Growing up, we called cicadas 'jar flys'.  I didn't even know what a cicada was until I met my future husband.  He was getting his Masters in Entomology, so I became enlightened.  I also saw a dead june bug in the road this morning.  I don't know what their "official" name is.  We used to tie a string around one of their legs and let them fly around and around our heads.  We liked cheap entertainment in Turtletown!

Fall is coming.  The leaves on my cherry tree are beginning to yellow and fall.  The mornings are cooler now.  I almost need a sweater on my walk.  I'm beginning to want to make chili and pumpkin bread.

I'm feeling the tiniest bit of excitement about Fall coming.  Last post I said I was going to do things to get in the mood.  I took the white slipcover off the parlor couch.  I put away all my white shoes and clothes (except blouses).  I've been doing some deep cleaning in my house; dusting baseboards and sweeping down spider webs from the porch ceilings.  I'm going to clean the windows in the library and hang up the white lace panels again.  I take them down at the beginning of summer.  I laid out all Darcie's school books on the dining room table in preparation for making lesson plans.  Later this morning I'm going to go through my clothes and throw out anything I'm not crazy about and don't look great in.  Life's too short to wear mediocre clothes!  I probably won't be left with much after that.  Good.  I'm sick and tired of too much stuff.  

I was whining to Laurel yesterday about that.  I said I'd like to open my front door and start pitching stuff out.  She said, "Why don't you?"  Well, it's because I've decluttered to the point that what's left is sentimental to me.  I'm not ready to let go of it yet, but I'm tired of having too much stuff too.   What's a person to do?  I did tell her to take that quilt, but she didn't.  I think she likes arguing about it!