The Orb Spiders are busy at work in the tall, dried grasses at the edges of the fields, weaving their elaborate webs with a distinctive white zig-zag in the middle. The Orbs, wearing ancient designs on their underside, sit center stage, their long elegant legs ink tipped and motionless as they wait for an unsuspecting wanderer; supper, wrapped in silk and tied with a tassel.
Perhaps the insects are unable to see the spider itself, their attention having been caught and held by the striking white pattern before them. I had a terrible time getting a photo in which I could actually see the spider; they weave a small bit of web across their backs and it seems to reflect the light in such a way that they are oddly camouflaged. In fact, I never got a good shot of the spider in webs which were woven in the dried grasses and had to find another in greener surroundings.
Our friends, the locusts, continue to buzz in the tree tops, competing with the crickets and all the little hoppers that inhabit the bushes and gardens. B and I found a locust, just dead, and nearby, the empty brown husk of a one on the bark of the cottonwood when we were on an adventure the other day. He is very curious about nature and has left the early fears of babyhood behind him. He loves to learn new things.
Take time, as we slow to turn this corner of the year, to stop and breathe in the sights, sounds and scents of the season; the in-between time which ties Summer to Fall.