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Mister Tristan (the human being, not the blog) loves lightning bugs, or fireflies.
At age two and a half, he amazes me at what he knows, thinks about, and is able to articulate. Back in June when the lightning bugs started here in south-central PA, he looked out his window from where he was laying in his crib and said, “Flashing lights!”
So we went outside, where he tooled around the yard, catching and releasing them. He was very gentle, almost reverent, with the critters. And that became our daily evening event.
Now with August upon us and a hot dry summer in progress, the lightning bugs are about gone, save for a couple strays. I can’t wait until next June when his childlike sense of wonder will again be displayed.