We are sitting out back at dusk, toes touching under the
table…letting the slow coming on of night drip cool into these last hours. The wind is whispering over the meadow, stirring
bushes and bending low the trees. It skims my skin, lifting with it the
remnants of a tired day and for a moment I think I’m dreaming. But then, he
sees it too—from the Maple—this faint winking.
It’s the first fireflies of the season and this quiet return
always creates a celebration in my heart. After the initial welcome, we sit
still and enjoy the show.
Isn’t it something how everything old is new again and we
can greet the familiar like royalty in those first moments of recognition? Each
winking light lifts the heavy and my body remembers how these critters usher in
the summer—the way the sun lingers longer on the hills, the steady music of the
peepers, and the later bedtime as we chased the lights.
I sit and wiggle my toes over my man’s…think about the
amazing way the world is designed…how the Almighty gives us seasons so we’ll
remember the beauty that we so easily forget when we face it every day.
I look at him from under my lashes and the beauty of our
life enters quiet into my heart, like the slow turning of the seasons on a dewy
night in late spring.
With my sweet friend Jennifer today:
And Emily too:
11 comments:
Thank you for sharing what a sweet image it conjured up in me!
Sounds heavenly... You should come visit Jennifer and I and we'll watch Iowa's fireflies. :)
Oh my gosh it was like we never saw lightening bugs! lol...just the other night it was just like you said.
wonderful evening!
T
What a tender picture you have painted.
Yes! Each year, when I hear the first spring peepers or bats circling in the sky or flashes of fireflies--it's like doing so for the very first time.
Oh Laura, this is lovely. We do need to look at things with fresh eyes because our hearts become stagnant so easily. I love thinking of the turning seasons as His reminder to relish the Beauty He paints into every corner of Creation. I grew up with fireflies, but they don't live here and it makes me sad that my children miss out on the wonder of those twinkling lights.
growing up in Southern California I had never seen a firefly in my life until we visited family in Connecticut 25 years ago. I still have a photo of my daughter (4 years old) holding a jar with one inside. My husband and I were in Chicago several years ago and saw them again......it was positively magical. No other word for it.
God is so amazing!
sigh...so lovely...so good of God to give us seasons so we can re-see and re-enjoy the beauty...Happy weekend, Laura :)
there is new life in your love and it's bringing spring to all of us dear laura. i love it.
Read this and was reminded when I first moved to NC. I had not seen fireflies since my childhood days in Texas. I recall the back yard in those summer days with its picnic table, the garden with sweet peas, and as the sun set, the fireflies...
You painted such a beautiful moment. Fireflies do this for me too. I collected them in jars in the Ozarks as a child and the wonder of their creation still amazes me as an adult. They bring happy memories with their flashing lights.
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