This was the last day at the “Farm” and we stayed at the coach to catch up on domestic chores and prepare to move on.
After sunset, we went for a walk. It was a pleasant, warm night. We sat on a flat rock overlooking one of the alfalfa fields and watched the fireflies. It was quite a show. Waves of fireflies would rise out of the alfalfa, tens of thousands of them, then slowly settle back into the field. We would wait a few minutes and the show would start all over again. It was mesmerizing.
This really is a nice spot and I hope the family decides to keep the property as a working farm.
Contemporary note: When Jeanne and I reminisce about the trip, we usually include the special firefly night in Virginia. It was a memorable moment in time that will be ours forever.