Today as I wandered on my sunrise walk, my attention was arrested by a spider beginning the industry of spinning a web. Three grass heads had been selected as anchor points and the spider ran gracefully between them, pausing only momentarily to negotiate the swaying of the grasses in the breeze.

The silken threads, invisible against the grasses, but golden in the sunlight, provided miraculous torsion for natures' micro tight-rope gymnast and this spectator, for one, was enthralled.

How wonderful it must be to simply weave ones home each day with the best seat in the house for the mornings sky pageant.


thank you for your lovely comments on yesterday's blip


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