Last Saturday night there was a fundraiser at Sulphur Creek Farms. My friends grew the organic hops & a local brewery (Yazoo) made a special ale with their hops called the Bells Bend Preservation Ale. There was also a bluegrass band and a square dance caller. It was good fun. As I was walking back to my car (around 4:30am), my friend all of a sudden dropped to the ground. I knelt down beside him and asked him what was wrong. His eyes were wide and he said, "I've heard folklore about this, but I've never seen it with my own eyes." I followed his gaze. There, in the grass, were lights. Not lightning bugs, but the strangest, most beautiful glow....like stars in the grass. He explained that it was something called foxfire and it is rare to ever see it. (Another birthday gift from the universe?) We sat there with our legs crossed like little kids and talked and watched the magical foxfire until the sun came up and the foxfire disappeared. I hope I'm always able to feel that kind of awe....even if I am thirty.
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