Summer Time

No, that's not a misprint.....I didn't mean summertime. I really meant Summer time. As in, the time at the end of a workday when my chores are complete and there is still enough sunlight that I can venture out to the porch for a while. Enough time left of the daylight that I can read, or knit, or simply bask in it's warm glow....whatever I want. Yes, Summer time......

(shhhh....I've been known to blow off all chores and just go out on the porch. Yep, guilty.)

And it's not just the light at the end of the day. It's also the extended daylight that allows me to go outside at the beginning of the day to explore the world that is my yard.

When I awoke this morning, I thought it felt overly humid. Looking out the window I realized why. My world was shrouded in a thick, heavy fog. I find the image of this tree, the solitude, to be very soothing to me today.

Later, as I wandered about with my bucket of soapy water collecting slugs (I know, it's cruel, please forgive me), I came across several of these webs in the grass. I spent time squatting next to this one inspecting the design. Is it architecture? Or is it art? The spider came up out of the hole for a bit and we had a very one-sided conversation, which consisted of me commenting on the cleverness of the location and suggesting that s/he must be Mensa qualified to build something so remarkable. For the spider's part, s/he just wiggled his little wigglers at me and disappeared back down the hole.

I did find time last night to get this started on the needles. It's hard to put down.