When the Fireflies Come

This delicious depiction of the quintessential summer night opens with screen doors slamming, burgers sizzling on the grill, ice cream dripping, bare feet slapping on blacktop, and boys and girls playing baseball.  Shadows lengthen, the first twinkling stars appear, and then . . . the fireflies come! The kids scramble to capture the blinking bugs in jars, only to set them free when it's time to go home. Crickets sing them to sleep, and still they play ball . . . in their dreams. Terry Widener's exuberant figures and cool summer-evening palette brilliantly evoke the joy and sensations in Jonathan London's lyrical text.