Camping

On the June 26th we took the kids on their first camping trip to a nearby campground called Two Rivers. They loved it. Although it was super hot and humid all night long we had fun. (photos were via cell phone-sorry if grainy).

One of the things we have loved about Nebraska: Fireflies.

We do not have these in Idaho or Washington (at least not that we have seen). Everynight in the summer if we look into the meadow behind our house the meadow is alive with them. It reminded me of a song that we sang in Junior High. It took awhile, but I found the lyrics. Reportedly it is a translation of a Russion Folksong:

Fireflies

When the purple evening shadows

Darken over grassy meadows

Settle down on dewy meadows

Where the daisies grow.

When the silent stars are brightening

Then like sparks of tiny lightening

Vivid sparks of harmless lightening,

Swarms of fireflies go.

In the dark entrancing, glancing,

As if living stars were dancing,

As if twinkling stars came dancing

Thousands of them there.

Every merry little fellow

Bears a lamp of greenish yellow

Soft and cool and bright and mellow,

Gleaming in the air.

While camping, Austin finally got the chance to stay up late enough to use the net he bought with his birthday money a few months ago to catch fireflies. He was successful.