Cheri spotted it (I didn’t): the first firefly of summer.
She saw it on the evening of June 1. Yes, we know it technically isn’t summer yet. That doesn’t arrive this year till June 20.
But it sure feels like summer, with temperatures suddenly spiking into the 90s. Seasons are all higgledy-piggledy nowadays anyway, what with climate change.
As I wrote recently, there’s no longer any first robin of spring. Another climate-change casualty, perhaps. Or maybe a casualty of something else.
But part of being human is that we crave milestones and markers. We crave firsts.
If we can’t have that first robin, then at least we still have our first firefly!
I emphasize “our” because I realize the one Cheri saw may not have been, literally, the first of this year. Maybe someone else noticed an early-rising firefly even earlier. But not much.
A while back, I wrote about the amazing synchronized fireflies of the Great Smokey Mountains. This local harbinger means those will be out soon, in full force.
Those still are as mysterious as ever. But Cheri and I love the little, ordinary, randomly blinking lightning bugs we have right here at Stonehaven.
What are your favorite seasonal firsts?