No picture, sorry. I tried, but they are too small and too fast for me.
I was lying in my bed in the dark and for a bit, I thought my eyes were playing tricks on me. The thought that perhaps I was having a stroke also crossed my mind. Tiny flashes of green light bouncing through the trees across the road and in the field were surprising, to be sure. For about 15 minutes, the trees, ditch, and field looked as if it was decorated for a fairy Christmas. The blinking was wild! They must have just emerged from their larva stage to their firefly stage and were interested in Lampyridae love. Hee hee. I have never seen so many. Wish I could have caught a picture.
It is a beautiful night out, warm, and starlit. Perfect for Love ... ,-)
No bras yet. So far they are in Memphis. Usually when things on the slow boat get to Memphis, they go to Columbia, then to my post office to be delivered that day or the next. Tracking says they are still in Memphis. Maybe they are waiting until they have a truckload of small, lightweight parcels before they send them on east.
Last night, I was green-grass, dog-sick. Woke up pitiful and went back to bed. Didn't really feel human until this afternoon.
I hope I can get to sleep now. Argh.