Saturday, August 13, 2016

Musings On A Summer Night

     


     You may have noticed a discernible uptick in my number of blog posts lately.  Yes, I'm on vacation!!  More of a stay-cation since I'm just hanging around home, but I'm enjoying every minute of it.  I've spent hours researching on the net, writing and just relaxing on my deck, which is where I was until a few minutes ago.  We're experiencing a heat wave here in New York, temps were in the mid-ninety's and the humidity made it seem like a sauna--cliche I know, but in this case it's no exaggeration.  

     Sitting here alone on a warm summer's eve listening to the "peepers" is the perfect time for reflecting on my ancestors.  I've written before about how I would love to be able to get inside their heads. To really understand them, their thoughts and concerns, their likes and dislikes--in short, their world.  Time and again I find myself wondering what they would have thought of some event or object.

     It's a lovely starry night and the temps are down to around 80 now, the last of the fireflies are blinking out, their mating ritual completed for another year.  They won't be back until next spring and I will miss them, but even the fireflies make me wonder--did my ancestors enjoy them as much as I do?  Suddenly that seems like a pressing question, so to the computer I go.  It turns out there are no fireflies in Ireland, which made me sort of sad, but they did have something called a glow worm.  They are insects, not worms, and they don't fly, but they do glow like a firefly.  Being such a rural place in the 19th century, Ireland must have been full of them I would think?

     Earlier I saw a shooting star streaking it's way across the sky, surely the ancestors must have enjoyed spotting those.  Again, Ireland was rural--no lights to distract from the beautiful glimmer of the overhead stars.  I like to think these simple little gifts of nature brought them some joy in their straightened circumstances.  I used to believe I was fairly atypical to feel such a connection and curiosity with and for these long ago kin, but after meeting so many similarly minded people, both on the net and in person I know I'm not alone.  Say, I wonder if there are peepers in Ireland????

3 comments:

  1. Peepers? Prof. Google tells me they're frogs? and I can't say I've ever heard a chorus of frogs. Not sure about glow worms either - I've only ever seen them deep underground in caves. I do remember once watching something fluorescent in the waves along the shore. Our cloud cover mostly hides the shooting stars and I have not seen even one during this month's Perseid's outburst. Birdsong though, that's probably what our ancestors enjoyed most on a lazy summer's evening. My Dad told me the dawn/dusk chorus was truly deafening when he was young.

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  2. They wouldn't have suffered this lol.....http://www.cbc.ca/news/canada/british-columbia/victorian-garden-butchart-formal-wear-costumes-rules-1.3723106

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  3. Geeze, that's pretty ridiculous. What difference could it possibly make what they were wearing--the bumblebee maybe. lol.

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