As you’ll see from this picture of the flag flying from the front porch of the Manse tonight, Raymond and I are anticipating tomorrow, July 1 – Dominion Day, as I like to call it. Evidently some of our neighbours here in Queensborough are too, because they put on a nice little fireworks display just a few minutes ago. When I went out to take a picture of our flag, that nostalgic scent of post-fireworks smoke was in the air.
I love fireworks!
But there’s another thing that lights up a summer night that I love even more, and that is fireflies. I remember how magical it seemed to me as a kid, seeing them on a summer evening here at the Manse or up at the family farm in Haliburton County, where we always spent July in those days. I think the reason they seem so magical is because they are so ephemeral: now you see them, now you don’t. Or at least, you don’t see them in the place where you saw them just a second before; you may instead see them a few inches or feet away. It is delightful to watch.
I’d been thinking about fireflies in the past few days, after coming across a random reference to them in a book. What I was thinking was how many years it had been since I’d seen one, doubtless due to my urban-living habits over the past few decades. I’d been wishing I might see some fireflies one of these evenings in quiet, dark little Queensborough.
And tonight I did! On a brief walk through the village, I saw a mysterious, brief bright light, and wondered for a half-second what it might have been. And then there was another, and another. They didn’t last long, but they were most definitely there.
And so my wish was fulfilled. Something else to celebrate on Dominion Day!