In the morning these days, the sun catches the light across the field. The nights are cool, and that means dew on the leaves. The milkweed and grasses and goldenrod are covered in beads of water. And if you look when the sun is shining at just the right angle, you see the spider webs. The light only lasts a short time and then they disappear, but if you catch it right you can see them everywhere.
There are hundreds of them, stretched between stalks, glowing in the morning light, their creators waiting for things to dry so they can have breakfast caught the night before, or so they can repair the damage and try again. There are too many to count.
Gazillions of Webs
I have been looking at them up close and took a few photos. Some are whole and some are broken. Each is amazing, a geometric wonder, woven by tiny creatures we usually don’t even see.
This One Liked the Black-Eyed Susans
This One Took Some Hard Knocks
And I found an orb weaver. This one has been settled in the flowers for weeks. They like to hang in one place for a while. Check out the zig zag below her. And check out how cool this spider looks. Kind of a combination of “don’t mess with me” and “don’t like I look beautiful?” all in one.
Queen of Her Realm
Every morning the spiders get to show off their evening work. They spin during the night and in the morning have crafted their best to catch breakfast. I see them when I head out for a run, if the sky is bright enough by the time I get back. We see them when we walk down to meet the school bus. If we are lucky, the dew has been heavy. If we are even luckier, the sun angles just right to catch the dew-covered webs. There are hundreds of them, so many it would be impossible to count them all in the short window of time when the light reveals them. Once the day advances too far, they disappear. I have tried to photograph them but haven’t gotten a good broad shot of many of them at once. You’ll have to settle for a close-up:
Webs in the Field
Mornings these days are covered in dew. The grass–wet. The flowers–wet. Everything is wet. My son’s jacket was left out last night. I found it after my morning run, soggy as the rest of it. The field is dewy and filled with spider webs. The whole stretch of it is filled with webs. They drip with dew and as the sun angles low across the world, they shine. Looking out in the early hours I can see them hanging between stalks of aster and milkweed and goldenrod.
Web Hanging in the Morning Dew
This morning Venus dangled in the sky like a jewel. The wind stirred the fog over the river. The asters, closed for the night, bent in the breeze. The world woke. And I ran out into it and back. And I felt alive. And the sun rose over the beauty of it all.
And there we have a September morning.