June arrived within the last week, and already the first firefly sighted in the heavy evening air. We record the first firefly of the season as well as last sighting when the evening air is less heavy with warm humidity---
At this time I do not like to recollect cold-tinged autumn air fraught with molds and decaying deciduous leaves set against the brilliant clear azure blue. For many years, the chill of an autumn afternoon evoked the ancient rhythms of life playing out in the havoc of blood flow through slightly constricted vessels and bringing on an increased heart rate of anticipatory school assignments. This feeling of thinning air could also come about even on an evening stroll in light twilight at 11:30 PM up the local mountain at a time close to the longest day of the year, to view Fourth of July fireworks on Point Woronzof.
Here, the fireflies flitting in the grass of the backyard, drone of cicadas, and waning light of evening dusk bring to mind a time of 'lazy' summer. No agenda. Just a bowlful of ripe cherries or cold wedges of watermelon to enjoy and engage in seed-spitting competition off the back stoop. (I wonder why we never see emergence of baby cherry trees or a watermelon patch.)
