'flash of a firefly . . .'
"What is life?
Is is the flash of a firefly in the night
It is the breath of a buffalo in the wintertime
It is the little shadow which runs across the grass
and loses itself in the Sunset."
~ Crowfoot
a leader of the Blackfoot nation
Image by lumierefl
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Ginsberg's 4th month shot in your sidebar is adorable.
Of course, now when I see fireflies, I also hear in the back of my mind a little Emily "The Firefly" Remler. Perhaps her version of Joy Spring?
Hugs/ Jo.
congrats ont eh POTW!
congrats on POTW
Actually, in the last twenty years I've only seen fireflies once. We went to Ohio for my father-in-law's funeral, and to the wake afterward's at the family's house. It had been so long, more than ten years, since I'd seen fireflies that when they came out at sunset, I was thrilled to see them. Visibly so, clapping my hands together with delight kind of thrilled, and I turned to the person next to me, who was my brother-in-law and said, "Oh! Can you believe it? Fireflies!"
Then, of course, I realized I was talking to someone who had just lost his dad in a sudden accident, and apologized. My BIL Kevin told me not to worry, and that his dad certainly would mind. That he'd be glad the people he cared about were still enjoying fireflies.
It's kind of fitting for fireflies, isn't it? Just this unexpected, fleeting kind of thing that reminds you of joy.
Anyway, lovely picture :-) Congratulations on the post of the week mention!
and this was so perfect. Really.
and the photo ~ stunning.