Candles in Jam Jars

There is a table on the back porch. The table is set with candles in jam jars and pale blue hyacinth in dark vases. In the backyard, just behind the porch and the table and the candles in jam jars is a big green lake. The lake has white water lilies in it. They bob over the waves, little dancing spots of white touched by the distant candle light from the candles in the jam jars on the table on the porch. There is a tree with a tire swing swinging. A splintery old canoe waits patiently on the dark grass nearby(should anyone want to use it) In the summer there are fireflies, lightning bugs perfumed with white lilies and pale blue hyacinths that flit through the candle light from the candles in the jam jars. On the porch there are fuzzy old jazz records playing and the peepers peep to the night-fueled beat. The air smells like white lilies and pale blue hyacinth and the old rubber tire swing, like night and a chance of rain and wooden grassy canoes, like faded voices spilling from the records like promises and the light from the candles in the jam jars on the table on the porch.

It also smells like earthworms.

I wish you could see it...it is

truly

honestly

sensationally

unbelievably

undeniably

wonderfully

gorgeous.