Just went outside to set out three little begonias in my concrete planter. It was way too hot this afternoon. And I saw those wonderful little summer creatures, the fireflies…..or as I call them, lightnin’ bugs. Now that brings back some good childhood memories of staying out late on summer nights, playing with friends and cousins, running around barefooted, and yes, I admit catching the lightning bugs in a jar for a little while, with holes punched in the lid, before setting them free. My mom practically had to drag me inside to take a bath and go to bed in the summer, but I’d be dirty and sweaty and sticky from watermelon or cantaloupe or homemade ice cream, usually vanilla but sometimes banana or peach…….my dad was the best at making that and I’d help until I couldn’t turn the crank any more. I’m sure a lot of us share similar sweet memories.
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