I DO Believe in Magic.Recently I moved to a 98-year-old farmhouse. The farmhouse is bounded on three sides by cornfields. (Insert
Field of Dreams music here.) The farm has been in the family for 98 years. My upNorth brother brought his family down this weekend to visit me. It was great watching him wander through the old rooms on Friday night, a big grin on his face.
Saturday we had a family picnic. Good company as the aunts and uncle stopped by, as well as my other brothers and sister and their kids. After the aunts and uncle left, the boys (they're 50, 48 and 41, but what can I say) got the chainsaws out and took out a row of nuisance trees that was blocking our view to the east. And how wonderful that they did, because . . . fireflies came out later!
Susan had told me they were headed our way, and boy, did they arrive!
Now, if you've been stopping by here through the years, you know that we really like fireflies up here in Michgan! We held annual
"firefly days" up until last year. Last night was a wonderful firefly day, for the blinking dots of luminescence lit up the cornfield. They were so abundant that the first thing we knew, eight of the kids were walking through the cornfield. (Seven were from ages 12-20, the eighth was 41, and I hope he never grows up.)
It was magic, watching them walk through the cornfield, their way illuminated by the glow of the fireflies. There is a woods a quarter of a mile from the farmhouse . . . they walked all that way and back, their paths lit by insects.
I DO believe in magic.