Let There Be Light!

Trail Wood #111 Earl Plato

We grew up with fireflies. Our quest at that time of year, late May, was to capture one and place it in a bottle and observe them. Then we would release them. Teale in his May 24th log wrote:
“ Walking in the deepening darkness this evening glimpse the first fireflies of the year - two sparks of light brightening then fading then brightening again. We watch them go drifting away low above the night-clad slope of Firefly Meadow, Their wandering airborne little lanterns mark the commencement of a new era of the spring.
On his evening a soft, faint breeze flows idly out of the south. It is filled with the fragrances of May collected mile after mile from flower and stream, from new leaves and crushed grass, from all the host of growing things that have unfolded, expanded, and added their particular scents to he air at dusk.”