Fireflies

The first fireflies of the season were spotted lighting up our garlic and rhubarb bed last night. A barefooted Huxley (he says 'It's nearly summer, I need to get used to bare feet!') wandered off after them, yogurt popsicle in hand.

I can certainly understand why so many adventurers from past myths were spirited away by these sorts of mysterious lights - who can possibly resist their magic?!

 

...and sweet-smelling, eye-catching roses from a walk earlier in the week. Because there was no way I could have caught a firefly with my camera!