One of life's little pleasures...

One great thing about living back in Texas are the fireflies. If you've never exprienced the thrill of watching hundreds upon hundreds of fireflies light up during the dusky hours of twilight, then you need to come visit me in Texas. We live out in the country and each house in our neighborhood sits on an acre (at least) of land. Our next door neighbors on either side of us have a bunch of trees in their huge front yards.

Every evening around dusk, little sparks of happiness light up the evening. I find myself sitting outside just spell bound by the fireflies. There are hundreds and hundreds of them. It's so hard to explain, but it's just one of life's little pleasures that automatically puts a smile on your face and makes you think of the wonders of nature. It truly is one of God's gifts to His children to watch a field of fireflies light up the evening. Below is a neat picture I found along with a poem about fireflies. Enjoy!

Fireflies
there is no moon tonight.
the warm air is moist and fragrant
with the smell of new mown hay.
leaves in the dark sentinel treesrustle softly,
rustle softly,
in the tender grasp
of a gentle breeze.

settled in their grassy cloisters
crickets trill staccato mantras
across the tangled fields of night;
and all around the fireflies, the fireflies,
appearing – disappearing.
coming into bright existence,
dissolving into darkness,
then reincarnating, again,
any yet again, in luminous grace.