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30 June 2008


"When all was quiet, the firefly flew through the night, flashing its light, looking and searching again. Then the very lonely firefly saw what it had been looking for... A group of fireflies flashing their lights. Now the firefly wasn't lonely anymore." The Very Lonely Firefly, by Eric Carle

Be certain, a group of 5 fireflies are not lonely anymore. Barry, Gary, Harry, Jerry, and Terry are resting, and flashing, in a mason jar tonight. "We'll let them go tomorrow, if they don't die tonight," S assures me.
Fireflies are a bit of magic on a Midwest summer night. They appear out of seemingly nowhere, suddenly, in June, and you can be certain summer has arrived. Their time with us is short, just as short as summer seems to be. For a girl like me, growing up in the arid, and firefly free, southwest, fireflies are a wonder. Oh, I know that their glow is easily explained. I am awed nonetheless.
Sleep bright, band o' fireflies!

1 comment:

Michelle said...

I so enjoy fireflies! Being on the west coast catching fireflies is only something when we do on vacation when we are back east. We drive all over looking for those buggers!