A field full of cobwebs
Hungover heavy with morning dew
Natures artisan weavers
Must number in the thousands
I make my way through
Careful not to damage their delicate handiwork
If they were strung from the walls of a gallery
I could not be more admiring
All that work, no labels nor awards, weaving for their daily bread
A spider sews with sacred thread
Catching the sunlight
Catching the dew
Each day it strives again anew
How wonderful to know just what to do
*And then go ahead and do it.
I am rusty at writing, but not at observing. Spring has well and truly sprung, and the winter rain has left paddocks full of wildflowers in a way I haven’t seen for a long time.
This morning there was a fog and a heavy dew, as I walked through one particular field and looked toward the sun my eyes hit upon all the wet cobwebs shining in the filtered light.
Thousands stretched away as far as I could see. I had no idea that that many spiders existed right alongside me. I had never really thought about it before. All that wildness and nature – invisible until the right conditions bring them literally to light.
And then a wiry long legged hare shot out of the tall foliage beside me and hit my leg and made me jump! So I squealed and the dog barked and everything was noisy for a minute and then silence resumed.
It was a surprising sort of day
At lunchtime I was winding my way around the vege garden picking leaves and herbs for my salad, when a movement near my foot again made me jump. This time with very good reason as a brown snake slid away, his tail striking my sandal.
Knees up knees up knees up until I hit the safety of the other path – stop and laugh at the dog who again (not seeing the snake) looked at me as if I had gone mad.
Perhaps I have, but I’m certainly enjoying this sparkling surprising sunshine day.
Not great photos – just old iPhone snaps but … how can you not attempt to capture beauty when you see it? Even if you fail, the picture recalls a moment that becomes clearer in the mind. Thousands of photos or thousands of memories of beauty…either way, there will be more tomorrow morning and that’s a nice thought.