A handful of hops
foraged from the hedgerow as
I headed on home.
* hops collected on school run today. Now drying ready to be mixed with lavender and added to handstitched sleep pillows made of cotton. They smell divine.
*experimenting with haiku
A dull and dreary day at the cottage. Not helped that all three children have trooped back to school today. I miss having them under my feet. It’s too quiet. Where is the sound of
squabbling irrepressible giggles from downstairs?
I’m not sure the fridge light is working. I can’t see it anymore when I open the door. There are cartons of juice and a bowl of tomatoes blocking my view. Sigh. Another sign that the children are elsewhere. The fridge has not emptied within minutes of them waking.
Looking out of the window this morning, my eyes were transfixed by our box hedge. It was liberally dotted with equisite, tiny nets, embellished with even tinier sparkling, clear spheres of water. Arranged with precision. The spiders had been busy. In all fairness, the webs are always there, it just takes the right conditions for them to hold on to the water droplets and put on an eye catching display. Rain in this case.
“Oh! Look at the spider webs. They are so pretty“, I beamed.
My husband didn’t look up from his coffee duties. No need. Spider webs in the box hedge are hardly ground breaking news around here, and we are talking about the first coffee of the day.
“Yeh. Getting autumnal,” as he poured the coffees into cups.
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