Every morning I come out to the front porch to admire the crocheted handiwork of our little orb spider. Like a giant fairy ferris wheel it seems to float in midair under the glints of the rising sun. My little friend is nowhere to be found, but must be exhausted and sleeping after a night's busy work.
Tuesday, August 25, 2009
My Orb's Web
Every morning I come out to the front porch to admire the crocheted handiwork of our little orb spider. Like a giant fairy ferris wheel it seems to float in midair under the glints of the rising sun. My little friend is nowhere to be found, but must be exhausted and sleeping after a night's busy work.
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