We've been staring out bedroom windows at bedtime for several nights now. Tonight I came in to read stories only to find my girls singing 'firefly songs' while keeping watch.
They were rewarded.
We saw the first flashes, tossed our book aside and sprinted into the garden. My oldest daughter is destined to be an entomologist, at the very least she is a total nature girl, and she had one in no time. The youngest can't help but squash them in her wild attempts at catch. And the middle one gets frustrated and mopes. Sadly, my son didn't bat an eye at our squeals and continued talking on the phone to grampa.
The fireflies are out. Now summer has begun.