Sweet Summer Memories

The smallest thing inspires me. Recently a conversation with friends turned to summer memories and then to fireflies. I was shocked to learn one of my friends never saw a firefly until she was a teenager. My mind wandered to the memory of joyful summer nights, flowers blooming, birds singing and at night the magic glow of fireflies.

I knew I had the perfect stone to help me create that vision of my own Sweet Summer Memory.