Sat on the veranda late last night with my sons, sister-in-law and darling husband. The frogs completely drowned out other sounds. The moon was a sliver and shooting stars were everywhere.
Flashes of light appeared all through the landscape as fireflies signaled each other. One landed on my hand.
Earlier in the day Tim's father was honored by a Masonic ceremony. Brotherhood can be so moving. Our family buried him under a tree and waked into the night. Lots of good whiskey and food.
Tomorrow a day in Toronto with two of our boys. And then home in many different directions.