I was reading a book about bugs to my 6 year old the other night and I was reminded of Fireflies. It's June and I envy all of you who live in the part of the country with Fireflies. For some unknown reason, they do not come much farther west than Kansas. I did not see my first firefly until I was in my 30's and we moved to Mishawaka, IN so my husband could get his MBA at Notre Dame (Go Irish!). We arrived in May and left the following May. The first warm June evening that I noticed a little light flying around the backyard sent me running outside in my PJs. I got my babies up (they were too small to remember - darn it!) and we went outside and walked around around the yard marveling at the twinkling, flying lights. They were all through the shrubs - it looked like Christmas.
I tried to take photos, but OF COURSE, they didn't turn out. How do you capture magic on film?
Some of you are probably reading this thinking, "she's nuts, those bugs are nasty!" But, if I could scrap the wonder and the marvel of those June nights, I would in a heartbeat. Those bugs are like magic to those of us who have lived our lives in the West and have never experienced the gentle glow and slow flash of flying Christmas lights.
Not my photo but I liked this!