"We used to think...when I was an unsifted girl...that words were weak and cheap. Now I don't know of anything so mighty." -Emily Dickinson
Friday, March 25, 2022
Spring webs...
25 March 2022: The fog was heavy over the river this morning, having receded from the land, leaving behind a mist on the vegetation. As I got closer to the river--near Cullison Park--I saw what looked like patches of fluffy snow on the shrubbery. Even closer up, though, and it was clear that they were what I suspected--little spider webs, almost like nets sagging a bit with the weight of the dew. I don't remember seeing so many of these and this particular size before, so they stood out to me.
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