I stepped outside for a few minutes to see how some things in the yard were doing after the rain, and there they were: Lightning bugs. The sight of them brought back pleasant memories of running barefoot around the yard with a mason jar catching the flashing little creatures. Pleasant memories. 60 year old memories. Summer was simpler then.
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I love lightning bugs too. They inspired wonder in me as a child in Joplin, Missouri in the early 1950s. I now live in California where there are no lightning bugs, or fireflies, if you prefer. I too caught them in a mason jar and kept them in my room at night.
I had the exact same encounter with lightening bugs last night.
My kids spent two hours with me collecting fireflies into a mason jar. I almost, but not quite, regret stealing said mason jar from my sleeping daughter’s nightstand to release them this morning. I’m just happy I have a shared experience with my kids. They may not appreciate it now, but I look forward to the first early summer evening to call the grown up version of my kids and insist they catch fireflies with my grandchildren.
Simplicity is a state of mind. Simpleness a condition thereof.
AMEN!
Found my first one this morning. 4 AM my time. Walking the dog. Dog almost pooped on it. Not quite the way I remember it from my childhood.
One of the secrets to true happiness is to be able to find simplicity in the midst of chaos.