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It's Firefly Season Saturday July 12, 2014 It's firefly season, high summer, pretty much my favorite time of year. My evening ritual this time in July is to head out to my favorite bench, nestled in a corner of the yard.  I usually bring a glass of wine: The cat's troop out for family hour. Here's Noodles:   Typically the air is balmy. Birds sound the alarm about the cats. The cats tustle. I look out at the giant trees that frame the yard: My teenagers always seem to have something else to do, That's fine; just sitting there, looking out at the trees or up at the clouds, makes it a perfect summer evening. At about 8:15, the fireflies start coming out, and then about ten minutes later the sprinklers come on and chase me and the cats away. I suppose I could reset the timer, but I usually just repair to the porch to finish my glass of wine. contact Eugene Linden

Short Take Summer Evenings in July   I go out to my porch, drink in hand, as the gloaming fades. I sit on a very comfortable rocking chair, given -- maybe loaned; it’s unclear -- by a friend. My cat, Noodles, joins me, settling on the couch facing me. He tends to his grooming, and I wait for the fireflies to appear. There are less every year and this is disquieting on an otherwise perfect night. I want them to be fruitful and multiply -- if possible by the millions. That would be a sign that, perhaps, all is well. It’s warm, and to my west is a wall of green, dominated by a very tall Linden. Hello, fellow Linden! As the warm air stills around me, emotions rise. I feel – I’m sure the Germans have a long word for it, but I’m too lazy to search on google – I feel… Something deep and strong; something like love for the world. It gives me hope for another day. read more

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