Hey, everyone. My wife showed me a cool spider here in the woods the other day. She says it's commonly called a writing spider. It weaves a thick web in zigzags that look very much like writing on one of the old tablets from grade school. It would really scare me if I could actually read a message written by them. That would be Stephen King territory.
On a similar note, we have spiders here in the woods that build a web in a tunnel shape that really looks neat. Overall, though, I've grown to hate spiders since we've lived here. You walk through so many webs that you begin to get irritated. There have been days when I have killed 20 or more spiders. Bugs are bad here also, lest you think that the green retreat sounds idyllic. Sometimes gnats try to fly into your eyes when you walk in the woods, which is a stone drag.
Then there are other days when it's just gorgeous, like today. The temperature was in the seventies, with the leaves colorful and a nice breeze in the tree-tops. I sat on the deck this morning and drank coffee. It was about 60 degrees and no sound but the birds and an occasional falling acorn.
I recently learned that my e-books are now on a Canadian site called Diesel Books. I'd like to welcome those who have come to the blog from that venue. You are as welcome as May flowers.
I suppose that tomorrow means back to work for many of you, same as me. I must confess that the prospect doesn't thrill me particularly. At any rate, I bid you good night from the green retreat.
CE Wills
On a similar note, we have spiders here in the woods that build a web in a tunnel shape that really looks neat. Overall, though, I've grown to hate spiders since we've lived here. You walk through so many webs that you begin to get irritated. There have been days when I have killed 20 or more spiders. Bugs are bad here also, lest you think that the green retreat sounds idyllic. Sometimes gnats try to fly into your eyes when you walk in the woods, which is a stone drag.
Then there are other days when it's just gorgeous, like today. The temperature was in the seventies, with the leaves colorful and a nice breeze in the tree-tops. I sat on the deck this morning and drank coffee. It was about 60 degrees and no sound but the birds and an occasional falling acorn.
I recently learned that my e-books are now on a Canadian site called Diesel Books. I'd like to welcome those who have come to the blog from that venue. You are as welcome as May flowers.
I suppose that tomorrow means back to work for many of you, same as me. I must confess that the prospect doesn't thrill me particularly. At any rate, I bid you good night from the green retreat.
CE Wills
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