The grand daughters from South Dakota got to experience the fireflies of summer on Goose Creek last week. I doubt they will ever forget it. I only wish, in describing my version of the experience, you could smell and feel on your skin the rest of the story. How feeble words are, how course a net, to contain the sum of which the mind and heart are capable.
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Your firefly essay is wonderful spoken, just as it was to read a little while back. I’m glad you got to share the experience with your granddaughters. Lucky girls, having a naturalist grandpa.