Today was hallucinogenic lace. Threads of nothing from branch to no where and then gone. Lines across the eyes that lift and leave and we feel that it meant something, but it couldn’t, it wasnt there.
The spiders were balloning. Fine autumn weather and wolf,house and crab spiders take to the air throwing out gossamer lines to launch the next generation on the wind. Such wonderful faith in the future, they throw themselves on the hallucinary beauty of the breeze. We blink our slow eyes and almost miss the marvellously minute migration in the air all around us.
‘marvellously minute migration’. I like that very much.
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Alliteration is always fun!
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I love this, and the photo is just beautiful! xxx
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The pink flowers are autumn crocus in the grass. Looking forward to listening to your new pod cast.x
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Aww, I did wonder what they were, I couldn’t quite tell. They look so delicate and beautiful in the photo though. x Hope you enjoy the podcast. 🙂 xxx
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Lovely post. I saw lots of spider’s webs this morning and I always marvel when I see them. xx
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They are so delicate and so strong x
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you are a poet dear one! you write with grace.
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beautifully written; love the alliteration; you are so privileged to have witnessed this
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the luxury of being at home for the day with a cold!
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LOL 🙂
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I enjoyed the glory of spider webs here, Cathy — beautiful words and images, thank you.
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I had a photo of a mother spider to add, but the image came out so gigantic that I thought it might be counterproductive!
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I like the notion of gossamer lace, Cathy, but am slightly perturbed by the notion of spiders swinging freely through the air. My deep-seated arachnophobia, though much, much better than in years past, still shakes its eights legs at me from time to time.
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they are so tiny you can barely see them so dont worry!
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What a relief, Cathy. 🙂
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