It is 61F, humid and dead still tonight with no moon (it will rise about 2:00 a.m.). Mrs. Fuzzy was taking the compost out a few minutes ago and saw, she reported, fireflies. Mr. Fuzzy proceeded apace to the veranda and confirmed said observation. There were only a few and they were, most unusually, very high off the ground, maybe 40 feet or more judging by the silhouettes of the tree line.
Your most humble correspondent has never, ever , in his 60-plus years, seen fireflies before the very end of May - and more typically they have made their seasonal debut in June.
Most unusual. Might this be an augur?
[Mr. Fuzzy rarely posts without photographically illustrating the text and has an abiding faith that the good readers will allow him an exception this once.]