We were certainly blessed with a fine autumn day on Thursday, the sort of day when you step out into the early morning dew, that lures you into the garden, if you are lucky enough not to be trapped at work. September is the season for spiders, everywhere you go the gossamer threads reach out to entrap you, usually across the face, which frankly I could do without, luckily they are after smaller prey. Spiders are the caretakers of our autumn gardens, the quiet tidy-uppers who rescue us from the irritations of the late season bluebottle. Their pickings are easy now, the insects are dozy and stupid after the fall in temperature, and so I suppose we must applaud them even if we secretly shudder with distaste. I followed suit in the garden, ditching spent bedding plants and having a good sweep up as I'm not too sure how many good days we will get now.
Pics- our great British garden spider and my latest fungi find these lovely shaggy parasols.
"When spider webs unite, they can tie up a lion"
Ethiopian Proverb
