it's been a beauty of a day... warm sun, cool breeze, the dog sniffing things out in the garden and me, meandering about with the camera or sitting with notebook and pencil, woolgathering.
don't you just love that word?
i don't think this spider indulges in much woolgathering, however. he strikes me as an arachnid with ambition.
and speaking of ambition, i need to do some laundry and wash my hair.
not to mention, tackle a small mountain of odious paperwork.
perhaps the garden spider would lend me some of his resolve?