Blue Bayou

For most of us who grew up on the west coast fire flies were a figment of Disney's imagination: little dancing lights that flitted around the Blue Bayou while you ate Monte Cristos. Alas, they are real, as many of us would find out through the years. Last night I delighted in watching about a dozen or so dance around my backyard. Magical. I first encountered a real fire fly a few summers ago at SpyC's grandparent's house in Wisconsin. I was standing at the kitchen window and saw what I thought were the eyes of an animal starring in at me. Low and behold they were the magnificent little creatures swirling through the air. I laid in bed for over an hour starring out the window watching the lightning bugs. I couldn't resist.

One of the things I love most about where we live now are new experiences like this. The weather and climate are new experiences for both of us, and we absolutely love it. We could never garden in Las Vegas because of the dirt and the heat, and being able to do that here has become a passion for SpyC, and it's beginning to be a labor of love for me too. Today we're setting out on a ten mile canoe trip down the Dan River... stay tuned.