Well, it's almost here: the time of year that they named the Summerland for.
The apples ripe and fragrant on the branches, and overhead in the trees, that unmistakable, piercing, electric drone.
Welcome to the Season of the Cicada.
Around here they say that the cicadas call only when it's 80° or warmer: clothing-optional weather. To judge from my own experience, this may well be true.
The name comes from the Romans, by way of the French. Before that, say the etymologists, it was a “Mediterranean” word. Who knows? It may even be Minoan.
Because cicadas, like snakes, shed their skins as they grow, and because their nymphs incubate in the earth and pop forth whole and all, they're associated in the Received Tradition with rebirth and immortality. Fittingly do they sing to the dead in the orchards of that Other World.