“Will you walk into my parlour?" said the Spider to the Fly,
'Tis the prettiest little parlour that ever you did spy;
The way into my parlour is up a winding stair,
And I've a many curious things to shew when you are there."
“Oh no, no," said the little Fly, "to ask me is in vain,
For who goes up your winding stair can ne'er come down again."
(this is only a part of the poem – thank you, Mary Howitt)
I set my camera where I would see it to remind me to go out at night and see if I could capture the web with a flash. I did – although such picture-taking is odd. I could not see what I was about to snap but nonetheless after several tries I got a good one. Not a good one for those of you who are arachnophobic… I have added it to the “detail” photo page and have added a bit of commentary there as well.
So this morning as I was doing a little reflecting on the blessings in my life the spider (a different sort than laid the eggs in the garden this summer) and its web came to mind. It is indeed a wonder that such an intricate and balanced web can be spun by this creature who (by human standards) lacks intelligence. This particular web spans about 18 inches. This morning I tried to see if I could photograph the whole of it from an angle so we could see the web, but alas, no.
It is as well a wonder that it is such a beautiful day here in New England when elsewhere in the world people suffer from the ravages of heat or an abundance of rain. It is a wonder that we have been blessed with family and friends, that we enjoy freedom unknown to too many in our world. It is a wonder that leaves will soon turn to a blaze of color and that the trees will then shed themselves of the leaves to protect the trees, to rest the trees, over the course of the winter. It is a wonder that we have the technology that permits us to stay in touch in so many ways, whether via cell phone, email, twitter or face book – and moreso that these technologies have spawned revolution in the world. It is a wonder that in the aftermath of a hurricane people come out, help, support, laugh, cry and rebuild with those who have been subjected to loss. It is a wonder that our children grow up, become adults, and impress us with their abilities; even those of us without our own children have children of our hearts and delight in their coming of age.
Life is a wonder, and I am grateful for it; for spiders and flies, trees and birds, for love … and for you.