I love living in Virginia because of the distinct change of seasons. We all know that when leaves begin to fall autumn is here. And when flowers awaken from their winters sleep we know that spring has indeed sprung. But on nights like tonight, when I see the first lightning bug of the year it’s like welcoming home an old friend--One who’s been gone for months and now suddenly comes back bringing with it the feeling of summer! As a kid there was always a feeling of wonder as I caught one of these little critters and then watched it slowly climb to the highest part of my finger, spread it’s wings and fly away.
Like so many kids would do, I'd capture them and put them in an old jar
(mason jars worked the best) with holes poked in the lid from the sharpest and usually my Mom's best kitchen knife. Then I’d fill the jar
with long blades of grass to contain my treasures.
Of course at some point the
lights in the jar would start to go out as the lightning bugs would begin to
succumb to the lack of air--And with that, I’d have to release them on my