The fireflies are back. They return every June, like regular vacationers showing up at their mountain cabin or lakeshore campground. They begin just after sunset, when the air has begun to cool but you can still see the garden, once your eyes adjust.
At first, there are only a few, but as the days go by (or should one say, “as the nights go by”?) there are more and more of them, They’ll be a true mob in a few weeks and, then, they’ll begin to drift away. By August, there will be only a few strays, still hoping to find love or, at least, lust.
One of the true pleasures of this place is to slip into the habit of going out to sit and watch them, sweet tea in hand, just before bed. You have to stop and pay attention, watch for them out of the corner of your eye, the way you watch for fairies. Their ballet changes every evening; one night they cluster around the magnolia trees but the next they seem to be all over the yard. You can feel your breathing slow down, your muscles relax, your body connect to the land.
Do you have fireflies where you live? What do you do to settle before bed?
Picture found here.