24x24 on deep cradled canvas.
 
Did you catch fireflies in Mason jars as a child? My little sister and I did. We'd watch their little hineys light up and be mesmerized by the magic. Summers were filled with late nights playing outside. I can still smell the water from the hose as we squealed running through it and drinking it's cold water. I can feel the heat on my bare feet as we played in the hot grass looking for four leaf clovers. Summers in the south were special times. Endless days it seemed. Oh for those days to return.