Ah yes... childhood memories. Jars with holes punched in lids.... and the odor of fireflies is still locked in my brain cells.


In recent years, our July Open Sing has been at Nancy King's house, as she has this back yard surrounded by various trees & shrubbery. After one round, when it is dark, we go out and are visually serenaded by thousands of fireflies... in multiple layers. (Different types have different heights they prefer... and flash in different patterns.)

We get some nice ones at my house, but Nancy's is like an arena where the Firefly Symphony is performing the 1812 Overture.