It’s Lovebug season here in Southwest Florida, and while most of my community feels nothing but annoyance towards these little critters, I find myself filled with nostalgia as these ever-increasing seasonal insects fill our air.
As a child, Lovebug season signified the start of summer; of freedom and adventure — a time to explore our still-developing neighborhood with the kids of my street.
It might sound like a lost fairy-tale, a time of old where children played outside during summer break instead of holding up in their rooms with phones, Xboxes, and computers. But I assure you, as a child of the ’90s my summers were filled with long days of outdoor activity.
From playing on the jungle gym to swimming in the Gulf; to neighborhood trampoline parties, kickball games, and explorations into the overgrown “paper” trees next door. Every day was a chance for learning, growing, and connecting with both the other children and with Florida’s unique environment and all under the guise of “summer fun.”
And while the little summer lovin’ bugs only danced around us for a short time, they seemed, at least to me, to bring out the playful energy associated with the summer holidays.
As an adult, Lovebugs bring back that charm of childhood. They remind me of, dare I say it, a simpler time; a time of magic and uninhibited fun; of wonder, amusement, and adventure.
Although there is that bitter-sweet longing for the past that they stir up within me, instead of annoyance towards these playful creatures, year-after-year my heart fills with an appreciation for them and their ability to show me a window into the magic of my childhood.
Until next time,