Have you come across this bit of verse?

As a rule, man’s a fool. When it’s hot he wants it cool. When it’s cool he wants it hot, always wanting what is not.

That thought has crossed my mind as we continue to experience very hot and dry weather.  (This morning we had a brief rain shower, which brought a little relief–and helped the garden.)  In reviewing the Secondary Roads archive I found this from February of last year:

Today’s Non Sequitur comic strip captures the day — perfectly!

It is Midnight Monday and something between blogger and me isn’t working right. So after many tries, I’m not going to show the banner. After the warm spell we had last week, most of our snow had melted away. Then came another winter storm yesterday.

At first, they said it would hit Saturday night just before Sylvia was scheduled to land in Detroit. Fortunately, that didn’t happen. It was Sunday afternoon, we were in a nearby restaurant with friends when the snow began to fall. By the time we left the restaurant, the roads were very slippery. We did manage to get to the grocery store to lay in some supplies. And we made it back home. Sylvia napped and I watched the Daytona 500 until the snow on the satellite dish cut off reception. Unfortunately, I was running two hours behind real time (thanks to the DVR) and it was too late to see the end. This morning I watched the highlights on the Internet.

Today I’m faced with another major snow removal job. Everyone here has had enough and we’re beginning to dream of warmer days.

Aren’t you ready too? And while we dream of fresh green grass and pink cherry blossoms some of our friends are thinking of other things. Like frogs.

Me? I’m ready to get comfy in my recliner with my four-legged lap warmer to keep me company. The calendar says spring is only a month away. Do you believe that?

Last night (Sunday), I sat in my recliner with Sylvia alongside in hers.  We were talking with our son, Scott, when I heard the sound I had been listening to hear.  A “whump” sounded in the distance.  I rose from the chair as a second “whump” could be heard.  I picked up the tripod-mounted camera and headed for the open front door.  I saw the next two displays as the fireworks illuminated the night sky above the lake, which is a mile and a half from here.

Sylvia was with me as we stepped onto the front deck.  I had the camera ready.  We waited.  Nothing more happened.

There were no more fireworks last night.  Only the fireflies illuminated the night.  I’ve often thought how nice it would be to capture the nocturnal magic of the firefly in a photographic medium.

Why not?  The fireflies were doing their part and I had the camera mounted on a tripod and it was set for capturing a night scene.

I made several attempts at my goal of capturing the “magical moment.”  Ha!  It was like trying to capture emotion and romance in a mechanical drawing. 🙁

I did capture a little bit of “magic” in one of the many images.  It doesn’t do justice to what my eyes saw.

Firefly in action.

Fireflies light up the dark night.
Lens can’t grab that glorious sight.

I want to try to capture fireworks images this week.  Wish me luck. 😀