Sunshine on Spiderwebs
I am sitting this morning, as has become my usual, witnessing the magic of the growing light in the garden. There are invisibly fine spider lines criss-crossing between trees — visible …
I am sitting this morning, as has become my usual, witnessing the magic of the growing light in the garden. There are invisibly fine spider lines criss-crossing between trees — visible …
The Laird Just about six or so weeks ago there was an item of news that set me off on a prolonged path of musing. There was the now usual brouhaha …