Thursday, 10 February 2011


Never a day goes by when I walk in the garden that I fail to be ensnared in some way.
As yuccky and amusing as it is it the crazy arm flailing that ensues I still feel a bit sad when I consider some tiny spider started up in that one tree created a line of web walked down to the ground and up the other tree, to secure it and weaved some magic, that I have just destroyed.

I wonder if I'll ever get used to walking through webs?


1 comment:

  1. I find myself apologising to the spider when I do it. LOL