Friday, August 29, 2003

Season Of Spiders

I love this time of year, the dying summer and approaching autumn. This morning has already given a little taste of the autumn. The plant life is dying back, but ripe with seed, the ground muddy and brown, a smell of mossy rot on the air. The birds are also getting vocal, the skies bigger and sunsets more golden. There had been a nice bit of rain last night - first for what feels like months.

All this was tempered with a nice chill on the air and the slight melancholy of knowing the summer days are shortening and the kids return to school on Monday. That means the roads will be mental again and I will be taking my life in my hands every time I try to cross the road.

And then there are the spiders.

Big colourful spiders, fat on flies and cobweb construction. I love garden spiders, but with the slight uneasy distance of a grown-up. I used to handle them quite happily as a kid, but nowadays I enjoy looking at them, but the thought of handling them whilst not terrifying, does take a concerted effort on my part.

Where do they go over the winter though? That is the big question.

Posted by Dio Bach at 09:25

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