At the end of a very strange work afternoon that capped a very strange work week, it was a relief to go home yesterday. We made a trip to Hollywood Vine, our local wine store that carries an amazing variety of wine. We got our provisions and came home to grill our Friday night burgers.
One of the things I love about our new house is the quiet neighborhood. We can sit in our backyard without hearing traffic noise and stereos and neighbors yelling at their families. The new backyard has all sorts of ambience, and of course, a swimming pool.
It occurs to me that soon I will have to stop calling it our new house. We're approaching the one year anniversary of when we made the offer and started on this journey.
Anyway, we had burgers and sipped wine and talked. We slathered bug spray on ourselves, since the mosquitoes are fierce at sunset. I did leisurely laps for a half hour (my summer goal, to do half an hour of laps every day). Wrapped in a towel, I sat for a bit longer, waiting to dry off.
And then we saw it: a firefly!
Those of you further north are probably shrugging and saying "What's the big deal? I have a gazillion in my yard every night."
But before this month, I'd never seen a firefly in South Florida. The other night, earlier this week, my spouse called, "Come here quick!" I wasn't sure what he saw in the yard, but it was a firefly. And then, last night, there were others.
I saw about 4--hardly the firefly show of my youth. And the light is green, not yellow, and bigger than the firefly lights of my childhood. They stay lit longer, instead of flashing. Very intriguing.
I loved seeing them blinking in the lights of the palm trees.
This morning, I could still smell the mosquito repellent on my face, so I took a sunrise swim--no fireflies this morning, and the mosquitoes stayed away. It was a beautiful way to start the day: a different kind of sun salutation.
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