It’s Katie’s web.
Named after the car it had entangled, one foggy, soggy morning. The webs were everywhere – this spider (spiders?) had been extremely busy, criss-crossing the vehicles and the garden. Had I not been on my way out to work, I’d have stopped to snap more, taking advantage of the heavy moisture which adorned the intricacies with jewel like droplets.
O, what a tangled web we weave,
When first we practise to decieve.
Whilst the first image was taken only a couple of days ago, the second is a few years old. During a winter when we had unprecedented snowfall, this frozen entrapment was still clinging to its moorings, long after the thaw began.
The poem I found is by E.B. White. I don’t remember reading it before, despite having read Charlotte’s Web (is it from the book?) but I love the first verse particularly. 🙂
The spider, dropping down from twig,
Unfolds a plan of her devising,
A thin premeditated rig
To use in rising.
And all that journey down through space,
In cool descent and loyal hearted,
She spins a ladder to the place
From where she started.
Thus I, gone forth as spiders do
In spider’s web a truth discerning,
Attach one silken thread to you
For my returning.
What’s your favourite spider poem / song? I’d love to hear them in the comments. As always, thanks for looking!
Image Credits: All my own so please be sweet and ask before sharing. 🙂