Maple Auburn Glaze Color Story

Catching Lightning Bugs And Memories

Every summer, my folks would take us on vacation to Maine, to a lake cabin that my aunt Loretta owned. My sister and I each had a dip net that we use to catch everything from minnows to butterflies. In the evenings, as the sun would set and a deliciously deep brown would settle in the woods, the fireflies would come out. We would spend hours chasing them as they glowed against the cinnamon-colored backdrop, depositing them into a large jar with holes poked into the lid. When we were done, the jar lit up the back porch as our parents told stories into the night. Today, as I sit in my beautiful buttery-brown kitchen, I am reminded of those times and I realize what I was really catching in those nets were memories that I would someday share with my own children.