First of many

Two weeks ago, yes I know I'm even further behind in blogging then that, we found an awesome surprise crawling on my marigolds.

Mother Nature may say that summer begins with the solstice, but where I live summer begins with the first firefly caught.

Fireflies

I like to chase the fireflies,
Chase them to and fro'
I like to watch them dart about,
Their little lamps aglow.

In the evening's twilight dim
I follow them about,
I often think I have one caught,
And then his light goes out.

I cannot tell just where he is
Until he winks, you see,
Then far away I see his light,
He's played a joke on me