Lot's of fire flies the last few weeks.  In a post that I don't think
made it to all, I mentioned the evening of the fourth.  We had fire
flies at the woods edge and fire works at the tree tops.  But tonight, I
wandered down the path with son Edward, in the nude, to watch the fire
flies, hundreds, and he says, "Now Dad, that's a real talent.  I wish I
could brighten up the skies like that."
Best,
Leland

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