Itsy Bitsy Spiders

Change is beginning to charge pretty unmistakably through my life! On June 30, one entire year since I began this blog with an incredible garden by my side, I will be moving away from the North Fork Valley. I have so many feelings, thoughts, words. And then – choose it to be love. Just love. Sharing with you.

morning stars...

morning stars…

This morning I stepped out into the gardens early, with the cool wet grass under my feet. I have felt so grateful to have lived in this beautiful space. And to where I am going. This process of completing and beginning again, it happens daily. I felt so blessed to see the following visuals, now captured on film, take place in a few seconds. It is these moments that last, in my heart. My eye saw the spider – perhaps a type of crab spider, as my casual research suggests. In a few seconds, as I snapped, the spider (with it’s companion, as you look closely may see in a few of the photos) made it’s way quickly from red clover blossom to a leaf, in my front yard.

So beautiful, these precious moments of our lives.

Itsy bitsy spider, walked up the water spout.

Down came the rain and washed the spider out.

Out came the sun and dried up all the rain,

and the itsy bitsy spider, walked up the spout again.

8 thoughts on “Itsy Bitsy Spiders

    • Thank you, Cat! Oh yes, I will continue blogging – with a new garden (my friend has already planted the seeds I sent her) and new wonders from the kitchen and the beautiful planet we live on! My first post incorporating “up north” into my blog was the Wild Asparagus Soup and Other Joys post. I look forward to many more!

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