Since it’s the spooky time of year, what with Monday’s full moon, Frankenstorm and everything, I thought I’d post this photo that I took several weeks ago.
It was a rainy day and I was trying to photograph what should have been the last of the roses in my mother’s garden. Although the only petals on her roses are now on the ground, there are still roses blooming elsewhere around town. It was near 80 degrees earlier this week. Roses and 80 degrees in late October in Indiana: now that is freaky! But, as a Hoosier poet once said: The frost is on the pumpkin. (That’s probably the only line of James Whitcomb Riley’s poetry that I remember from grade school).
When trying to frame a photo of a rose hip, I saw this spectacular web suspended between two roses, shimmering with raindrops, on a gray afternoon. Now that is poetic, freaky, beautiful!
I think I need to reread Charlotte’s Web.
“I don’t understand it. But for that matter I don’t understand how a spider learned to spin a web in the first place. When the words appeared, everyone said they were a miracle. But nobody pointed out that the web itself is a miracle.”
“What’s miraculous about a spider’s web?” said Mrs. Arable. “I don’t see why you say a web is a miracle – it’s just a web.”
“Ever try to spin one?” asked Dr. Dorian.”
This is my contribution to Ailsa’s Travel Theme. This week’s theme: Spooky!