after Sam worked hard cutting the grass. . . and I weeded sunflowers and growing pumpkins. . . harvested a big bowl of our very own raspberries (the biggest harvest ever for our growing bush. . .and very exciting). . .
The sun started to sink low on the horizon. . . sky changing to a soft pink. . . the moon
almost full, shining more brightly. . .and the fireflies rose from their daily slumber. . .
We ran in all directions. . .Jack and Sam and I. . .chasing those fun guys. . . Luke running after, giggling. We filled the giant glass jar on the front porch. . . with maybe 50 bugs (or so it seemed). As the sky grew darker, and the fireflies, more elusive, the boys returned to their sand box (aka Maxie Beach). Sam and I popped some corn and enjoyed a quiet summer evening.
With nothing to do but enjoy each other's company.