June 22, 2005

Flying Fire

Growing up, like so many kids, I loved the fire flies. Daddy used to laugh at me because I thought if I touched their little butts they would burn me! But oh, I did love to watch them dance in the twilight.

Just now I was letting Cody out for the final romp of the evening and I saw them. Dozens of little lights in the darkness. And it took me back. Back to summer evenings, sitting on the back swing, sippin' on root beer and discussing oh-so-important things (like who invented ice cream, and what makes the clouds move).

I can honestly say I don't remember seeing fire flies in Florida. If they were there I was too damned busy to notice. But I saw them tonite. And I think I'll make it a point to do that more often. Maybe Cody and I will take a walk around that time each evening.

It's good for the soul.

Posted by Tammi at June 22, 2005 08:25 PM

Yea, I remember those. Lightly humid nights, little lights flying around. Begging my parents to stay out longer.

Posted by: Sissy at June 22, 2005 08:47 PM

I recently did a post on fireflies myself. Oh how I love them and my two year old just discovered them this week! It is going to be a fun summer.

Posted by: Oddybobo at June 23, 2005 06:53 AM

No fireflies down here. I miss them.

Posted by: Bou at June 23, 2005 07:38 AM

Littlejoe, me, and our buddy Jay used to have those big fat plastic baseball bats when we were kids and used to smack the everloving crap out of fireflies.

When smacked, they glow and fly into the night like a tracer round... it was beautiful...

Posted by: Graumagus at June 23, 2005 06:51 PM