The cicadas have been so noisy here and every time I go outside, without even looking, I see at least a dozen shells. They’re on the house (rock), they’re on the sides of trees, they’re on the side of the wellhouse. I smile when I see them, remembering when I was a little girl, at my grandparents’ in the summer, I’d “collect” the shells. My grandma would give me a Mason jar and I’d spend the day looking for cicada shells.
Nicole called last night and she said “You’re not going to believe what Addie is doing!” Yep . . she’s gathering cidada shells and putting them on the barnwood wall in their dining room. I can’t imagine sitting down to have a meal and looking at cicada shells in a nice row up the wall.
It made me smile. So much has changed in this world in the almost 60 years since I was Addie’s age, but a child’s interest in collecting cicada shells has not changed. A barnwood wall in the dining room is a heck of a lot better place to display them than in a Mason jar!