Jean Raber scooped the fire fly story this year. And she keeps it. Am back in nature and last night there were two or three forlorn blinking lights out in the ferns. Very wet Spring (which I think encourages them), but also very cold (49 last night). Don't think they will have time for a comeback before July 4.
On the other hand, plant life is exuberant. The ferns have taken over all low-lying ground while the mountain laurel is bursting with blossoms (from a distance they look like popcorn bushes). The trees are weighed down with leaves, like never before. Hay high in the meadow. Had to machete our way from the car to the cabin.
And there may be a squirrel in the roof--all that rain, poor thing.