Sunday, July 12, 2015

Wynken, Blynken, and Nod

Richard and Annabelle were sleepy this evening as we made our way home from Treat's birthday party. It had been another fun day packed with tie-dying, a pirate cruise on the Potomac, dinner at a restaurant, and then cake and presents back at Bill and Emily's, and it was close to 9 as we pulled into the parking lot.

A few blinks of light up near the woods caught Richard's eye, and in a flash he was on the hunt. I fetched a mason jar and mesh top from the house and the three of us set off across the grassy hills of the complex in search of fireflies. It was a little too late to catch very many, but we stayed at it because no one was ready to come in. 

"Can we do this again tomorrow night?" Annabelle asked when we got home. 

"Yes," I nodded as we opened the lid and watched all of our tiny captives crawl to the lip of the jar and then, in a blur of wings and a wink of light, regain their freedom.


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