Disasters, Delights and Other Detours - 47. Sweet Summer

Thank you @Valkyrie for your very kind comments on this summer scenes. A night of fireflies is always a delight.

I love the metaphorical power inherent in fireflies -- or lightning bugs, as we called them as kids. With just one word, you conjure up so many summertime memories. Same with the sound of rain on a roof, but luckily I still have that here. It's one of the most comforting sounds imaginable. 

Thank you for writing and posting these

4 minutes ago, AC Benus said:

I love the metaphorical power inherent in fireflies -- or lightning bugs, as we called them as kids. With just one word, you conjure up so many summertime memories. Same with the sound of rain on a roof, but luckily I still have that here. It's one of the most comforting sounds imaginable. 

Thank you for writing and posting these

 

Fireflies - and yes, I called them lighting bugs, too - fascinate me. I could spend a whole night watching a field full of them. You are so very kind to comment on these little summer scenes. I'm very grateful.

I love the idea of rain having a conversation with the night. Round our way, blazing rows might've been a more appropriate description lately. 

As a child I and several others used to chase lightening bugs in a neighboring lot. Your words brought the happy laughter and squeals of childish delight to mind. Now of a summer's eve I will sometimes sprawl in the grass out back and watching the twinkling dance in the air above and the swoop and swirl of the bats at their nocturnal business.

The soft tattoo of raindrops on the old tin roof ...

Thank you for stirring these memories.

2 minutes ago, northie said:

I love the idea of rain having a conversation with the night. Round our way, blazing rows might've been a more appropriate description lately. 

I can well imagine your characterization of  rain’s interaction with night. But it has been gentle here, though quite persistent. Thanks so much for reading these, and for taking time to comment. 

2 minutes ago, dughlas said:

As a child I and several others used to chase lightening bugs in a neighboring lot. Your words brought the happy laughter and squeals of childish delight to mind. Now of a summer's eve I will sometimes sprawl in the grass out back and watching the twinkling dance in the air above and the swoop and swirl of the bats at their nocturnal business.

The soft tattoo of raindrops on the old tin roof ...

Thank you for stirring these memories.

You and I share these experiences, though our neighborhoods and roofs were different. I’m glad I could bring them back to you, too. Thank you so very much for reading these and letting me know what you thought.Thank you so very much for reading these and letting me know what you thought.

Of course I relate to Fireflies and Gentle rain, and the feelings/memories they invoke, but Beloved and it's dreamy quality really made me say... ahhhh... so perfect and beautiful. A sublime collection, Parker... thanks and cheers... Gary....

16 minutes ago, Headstall said:

Of course I relate to Fireflies and Gentle rain, and the feelings/memories they invoke, but Beloved and it's dreamy quality really made me say... ahhhh... so perfect and beautiful. A sublime collection, Parker... thanks and cheers... Gary....

Thank you, Gary, for picking up on those warm waking moments in the night when one is deeply aware of love and hope. You’re most kind in your comments. I’m glad you liked these. 

Definitely evokes summer, in all it's mystery and magic!

8 hours ago, Geron Kees said:

Definitely evokes summer, in all it's mystery and magic!

Thank you! I’m glad these three snapshots bring golden summers back to mind.