"Where the lawn ends and the Field Begins"
"Insects tap and flutter against the window, borne in through the darkness on a tide of light--mayflies and caddis, moths and beetles, pulled off course by the glow from a reading lamp. Out in the night itself, fireflies have nearly reached their summer's peak. Where the lawn ends and the field begins, a wall of vegetation has grown up, thicker and for its height more impenetrable than any rain forest on earth. Above the grass heads and seedpods and leaves and fronds, the fireflies stutter like slow sparks. They constellate and then, for a moment, they all go dark at once.". . .from The Rural Life by Verlyn Klinkenborg