Friday, May 29, 2015

Fireflies


                             ... through an open window ... summer arrives

                                                               ... wearing a white dress and the scent of wild roses

                                      ... a basket of fireflies in her hand






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  1. Nice! Summer brings light in many forms.

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    1. It's the light of summer I recall and still revel in ... :)

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  2. There is a loveliness to this tableau that takes me back, far back, to when I had not yet begun to work outdoors in the brutal California summers. I did so for 40 years and have decided not to repeat the error. However, I remember the gentle freedoms summer brings to certain stages of life and am most appreciative. We need her, but she makes us so lazy. I like summer now.

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    1. One of the things I love most about this time of life is the summers feel more carefree again. I'm hoping to make this one especially filled with a more youthful outlook and feeling. Hoping the weather cooperates. :)

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  3. This is so lovely. I've just been seeing photos of bridal wreath spirea, and that's the scent I remember. Perhaps Summer has a crown of bridal wreath in her hair, too.

    I'm just at the end of my cataract surgery process, and while there's still healing to be done before I can face full sunlight comfortably, I saw the stars last night in a way I haven't seen them in years (decades?) I'd love to have some fireflies to try my new eyes out on.

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    1. I'm so glad you like this. I wasn't sure about it, but the comments are encouraging. Bridal wreath sounds like the perfect addition ... ;)

      I hope your healing process goes smoothly and quickly. I've heard wonderful things about the differences in seeing, post surgery. May the fireflies hear your request and respond with a plentitude. :)

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  4. As a young boy I used to fill a mason jar with lightning bugs, punch holes in the metal lid, and watch them on the night stand from my bed at night. Sweet, sweet memories.

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    1. I did the same. Nothing says summer quite like fireflies. I have some fine memories around watching them light up a small meadow as a child playing with cousins after dark.

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