Spider season is here and a freaking large Argiope aurantia is on the north orchard fence which i weed whacked yesterday. I could see the spider from the bathroom at dusk as it hung suspended at the height of the garage eve , at least twenty ft away from me (but more like 25 ft). Spiders give me the heebie jeebies. These heebie jeebies are big.
Wednesday night we came home from the grocery and the bit of night was suspended in space above the path to the neglected and overgrown garden plot. It turned out to be a black morph tiger swallowtail that broke loose of the web when Christine went to check.
The survivor dogwood in the orchard and the one just to the south east of the orchard are turning red.
I saw one firefly high in the pines last night after weeks of no sighting. //
Between carrying the weed whacker and wearing a posture monitor, my right shoulder area is a painful mess this morning.I have also progressed from petechiae to tiny random bleeds. (I know mosquito bites and these are not mosquito bites.) Dear skin, please hold everything together so i can have a retirement of gardening. Dear muscles, i am sorry i didn't use you for ages. Please have some plasticity and learn to be used. Thank you!
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I love spiders. A few nights ago here (afternoons ago there) Chun Woo FaceTimed me to share his operations as he got a backpack from the barn that turned ou to have a black widow spider on it. I was dubious that it was one, but yes, it was-- a beauty. He kindly took a photo of it to send to me before it scuttled out of the sunlight he took the backpack into, and into a nice shadowy crack.