An Invitation has been issued. Please join me at day-down (sundown to you non-mountaineers), just up the hollow for The Fanciful and Fabulous Firefly Parade.
I wait on my front porch expectantly, supper dishes washed, and apron hung on its peg. My eyes focus on the huge field across from my farmhouse. Darkness descends like a velvet curtain pierced with miniature stars. I step quietly into the thousands of flickering lights, as the magic slowly rises from the grass, and then disappears into the tops of the trees.
I always wish for a few more magical moments amid this beauty but, the lights dim, as if a master switch has been thrown and the field loses its glory.
I repeat this beautiful dance, night after lazy-summer night. Sometimes my husband joins me, doubling my enjoyment of the light parade.
I know this seems a poor source of entertainment to the tech savvy population of the world. No whistles; no bells, just a soft retreat from the business of life.
Such is the tug of the mountains.
Good night, Sweet Readers, rest peacefully under His heaven.
Love you bunches,
Image courtesy of Hearthside Cabin Rentals. Click here to view their firefly event in the park.