Truly a literary jewel of coffee drinking and spider watching... As usual, amazing!

Good day to be a spider.

Beautiful post, Gerard.

At my dad's and his brothers' fishing camp in Florida, it was forbidden to kill the spiders or to overly disturb their webs. Their primary purpose, which they performed flawlessly, was to keep the women away. It was said of the camp that if it was any better the women would want to come, and if it was any worse the men couldn't stand it. How does your writing/spider palace measure up?

I read this to my adopted daughter tonight. She loved it. She is ten. For some reason I knew she would like it. When she was born she tested positive for marijuana, and was placed with us when she was 16 days old. She has always had a wonderful imagination. Even when she was a two or three-year-old, we would stand outside her room and listen to her talking to her animals. And, she still does, but now her animals talk back, saying "meow," or "cluck."

I have, somewhere among the hundreds (nah, more like thousands) of photos that I've never printed off, a series of photos showing a hummingbird caught by the beak in a spiderweb.

Normally I do not get involved, but it was a hummingbird for gosh sakes. I did get involved.

This is beautiful. A similar sentiment: http://gumbo.blogspot.com/2014/09/to-be-in-moment-with-butterfly.html