Hot cicada summer...
Oh it's a hot cicada summer...
You hear 'em rattlin' in the trees,
Tattlin' to the breeze.
Hot cicada summer...
(Yes, I do hold the copyright, for what it's worth.)
Imagine a bluesy tune with the above.
Tomorrow, I get to play guard-staff in the gazebo where we welcome visitors as they take their first steps off the footbridge and onto the grounds of Bayou Bend. Not much to do in the gazebo while you wait for guests, except to listen to the cicadas chirping and to watch the bayou float by.
Sometimes, you get to enjoy the surprised look on their faces when they realize it is truly a suspension bridge that gives and sways with your steps. Simple pleasures.
I think I'll bring a good book. Any suggestions?
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