"Ah, summer-what power you have to make us suffer and like it." --Russell Baker
Well, I know that if you look at the calendar, summer has not yet officially arrived. That date is still a week or so away. But, this evening, when I let Emmi out I saw the unmistakable evidence that summer has indeed made it to Shreveport.
When we first went out the back door, I caught a glimmer of something out of the corner of my eye. As I looked in that direction to investigate, it was gone. Maybe I was mistaken---maybe it was a reflection off the storm door. But, no! A few seconds later there it was again. . . in a different spot. And then another. . . . and another. . . Fireflies!!! Or lightning bugs as we called them in my youth.
I have such great memories of spending long summer evenings out in our big backyard catching lightning bugs. And when we went camping, we'd poke a few holes in the top of a clean pickle jar and fill it with the ones we'd caught, hoping that they would serve as a lantern for us if we caught enough.
Of course, that never happened---we generally let them go after a few hours. But, the fascination with them hasn't stopped. Before I knew it this evening, I found that I'd spent longer than I'd realized just watching their flickers in random spots around the yard.
Yep, summer's here. Must be almost time for watermelon, too.
Well, I know that if you look at the calendar, summer has not yet officially arrived. That date is still a week or so away. But, this evening, when I let Emmi out I saw the unmistakable evidence that summer has indeed made it to Shreveport.
When we first went out the back door, I caught a glimmer of something out of the corner of my eye. As I looked in that direction to investigate, it was gone. Maybe I was mistaken---maybe it was a reflection off the storm door. But, no! A few seconds later there it was again. . . in a different spot. And then another. . . . and another. . . Fireflies!!! Or lightning bugs as we called them in my youth.
I have such great memories of spending long summer evenings out in our big backyard catching lightning bugs. And when we went camping, we'd poke a few holes in the top of a clean pickle jar and fill it with the ones we'd caught, hoping that they would serve as a lantern for us if we caught enough.
Of course, that never happened---we generally let them go after a few hours. But, the fascination with them hasn't stopped. Before I knew it this evening, I found that I'd spent longer than I'd realized just watching their flickers in random spots around the yard. Yep, summer's here. Must be almost time for watermelon, too.
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