**Lately, my friend Rusty has been allowing some friends to write guest blogs on his own blog. I love the idea, and I've decided to steal it for the day (hope that's okay, Rusty). However, this guest blog is slightly different because it's involuntary. What my dad intended to be a comment yesterday is being transformed into a guest blog today. I just really enjoyed what he had to say, and I thought all of you might as well. So here it is--a word from my dad . . .
Don't know how it fits into your life, but within the last week or so I have introduced Corbin, my grandson, Mandy's nephew, to wild blackberries, plums right off the tree in our front yard, and most excitedly, lightning bugs. Corbin prefers the northeastern term of "fireflies"--not too fond of lightning, or more so the accompaning thunder that goes with it. I never thought I could get so much joy from picking berries off the vine and watching him eat them as fast as I could pick them. And then I showed him those little beetles that light up at night. He was delighted. It took a little convincing to assure him that they were indeed harmless to humans. Too soon to let him know that sometimes the female will eat the male after they mate. I'll warn Corbin about other female attrocities later in life. We were unsucessful on the first night that we tried to catch some, but the next night we caught four of them. It was funny because they were flying about two feet off the ground at dusk; he could see them, but I couldn't. We put them in a jar and left them on the dresser that night for the best night-light a 2-year-old could ever hope for. Anyway, a lot of bad stuff has been going on in my life, but the task of picking blackberries, plums, and fireflies from the air have set a lot of that stuff on the back burner.
By the way, I ate a few of those berries myself. God makes good candy.
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