It is a perfect day to find a place of peace, a sanctuary of solitude, a cathedral of oak and maple. Allow yourself a moment within the sacred shrine. Bow your head in reverence of the blessed basilica. Walk quietly on a holy carpet of color. Find the forest and enjoy.
With the cooler days and the colder nights, the local arachnid population is hard at work spinning and hunting and preparing for their short remaining weeks of life.
Webs stretch between flowers and branches or near porch lights, perfectly located to capture their prey. Signs of life and death struggles are evident in the torn filaments and mummified remains of the night’s catch.
Soon we will see egg sacks, neatly woven and hidden away from predators, filled with the next generation of garden spiders.
There is nothing more chilling in my garden. And yet, there is nothing more fascinating among the tomatoes and Brussle sprouts.
The hummers are getting active and playing well together. I have three hummingbird feeders in my yard and as the weather turns more nippy and we enter fall, the birds have decided to get as much nectar as possible; building up their strength up for the long southern journey. They chase one another less often and actually spend time together at the feeders.
I marvel at the survival ability of these little creatures. They weigh less than nothing and yet, they can live up to 10 years. Despite flying thousands of miles to the southern hemisphere, they return to their home range with pin-point accuracy each and every spring. They have amazing flying skills but they also have great memories, fantastic hearing and perfect vision.
They are a back yard marvel and when they leave in the next few weeks, they will truly be missed.