Thursday, June 7, 2018
Fireflies and empty jars.
Tonight after dark, I was coming back from the barn after doing a bedtime check on the animals and I could see that the fireflies were starting their dance for another summer. There is nothing that can make you feel like a kid again than seeing the spectacle of nature's mini fireworks. I felt a little lonely as my mom loved when they started, even when she was getting really ill, she would always notice the fireflies and watch them for a good length of time.
I remember when we were kids and we would get a glass jar to catch some. We used to wonder if one landed in the grass, could it catch on fire. My sister and I loved animals, we always joke that if we hadn't been raised on a farm, we would probably be radical animal rights activists. We would be happily catching them but then we would fall silent. The magic was gone, the fireflies would turn into ugly beetles and just crawl around the glass. We knew what the problem was, they were sad, nothing is beautiful when it's sad. We would release them again, we would release the magic again. We felt keeping them locked up was wrong and that the best way to enjoy their beauty was to leave the jars empty. Morning would come and we didn't want to stop them from returning to the magical world they belong to. To be a child again.