Welcome if you are visiting because you are on the 2016 A to Z Post Challenge Road Trip This is a series during the month of June celebrating Summertime
“Summer was on the way; Jeb and I awaited it with impatience. Summer was our best season: it was sleeping on the back screened porch in cots, or trying to sleep in the tree house; summer was everything good to eat; it was a thousand colors in a parched landscape; but most of all, summer was Dill.”
― Harper Lee, To Kill a Mockingbird
Join me tomorrow, June 4, on the porch steps, for a series of posts remembering summer and what it once meant to us and can mean again.
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Summertime memory: I was just discussing with someone from church how we used to collect lightning bugs in a jar (holes poked in the lid), but I hardly see them anymore. I remember my grandmother would set them free after my sister and I went to bed. 🙂
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“I am but a firefly caught in his jar and when he looks at me, I can’t help but glow.”
Kellie Elmore I too remember poking holes in the lid of the jar, but doubt children do today because the fireflies seem all gone….except in both our memories.
What a lovely great idea! Fireflies, watermelon, corn on the cob, sweet strawberries, crickets and tree frogs!