June 4, Leola.
The Amish farm country in front of us was lit by an army of fireflies last night and Dylan rushed in from the Poemas to tell me then went gamboling around, trying to catch them (and did.) He looked like a lamb first out in the field.
Fireflies, butterflies, ladybugs and stars, my suns Dylan and Nicolas like to point them out, and the other night Nicolas excitedly showed me a lone star then asked: What does it eat?
The two of them also like to find the moon in the approaching dusk.
Dylan says it's following him.
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