Ah late Spring, first the Memorial Day Parade, second the bittersweet ending of the school year, next the Jaycee Fair, really the beginning of summer which always seemed so long. It was about this time the lightning bugs would start appearing in the evening. This meant evening games of tag and catching the lightning bugs sticking them in jars, covering the jars with plastic and punching holes in the top so they could breathe. Every now and then curled up in bed looking at my jar of the little golden flashing lights beside me- I would think “they need to be free”, and so they would become free in my room. The glow of the little lights and the soft evening breeze coming in the windows would create such wonderful dreams.
I am past this phase of my life-now the fair seems so tiny compared to the big eyes of my youth. My girls are past this phase. Now our Grandson is entering this phase-eyes big with excitement, his little head all sweaty from the hot evenings and all the great questions he has. So the cycle starts all over again.