Webs

The early morning dew seemed to linger when Pat and I went out yesterday. The sparkling dew on spider webs radiated like diamonds on a crown. The intricacies of these master builders of silk in their beautifully alluring traps made me think of the line from Sir Walter Scot: “O what a tangled web we weave when first we practise to deceive.” Maybe he had in mind the deception of the beauty in these often hidden gems . . . at least deceptive to insects. A few more tomorrow.