Friday night delight.

There's still a bit of time to pick up a Death Star compost bin, if anyone's interested. But that's not the point of this post. The point is that summer's really definitvely here.

I saw one firefly, just one, two weeks ago. I've been hoping to see them again, since there's a fairly big patch of untended grasses and flowers out back - a bit of wild - and seems like a good place for them. And trust me, it is. I was making some tea tonight, jasmine green, and decided to go out onto the little porch area to get a bit of the evening breeze. I thought I saw something, waited, and realized I hadn't made it up and it was indeed a firefly. A mass, a legion of them. I gasped and whispered and chased after some, and never managed to catch any since it was just dark enough that I couldn't see them even as they moved, up from the lawn to the grasses all the way past the treetops, bright as anything I could imagine. It didn't take much for me to stop chasing about and just stand still and watch, looking over the big patch where eight or ten would light up pretty much at the same time, or one after another with almost no time between them, little shouts of light.

I'll never, ever understand how people can take them for granted. Ever. I remember the first few times I saw them, and I still feel the same wonder and joy. And now I wonder what I'll see tomorrow.