This greeted me when I went out to the side yard this morning. The web is probably six feet across, likely the work of an orb spider. I didn’t see her, though, so I don’t know what kind. It’s so amazing to me that a tiny creature could build something this big and complex literally overnight.
One side is anchored to the garage wall, but the other end, roughly another six feet away, is attached to a metal support for Morning Glories. How did she bridge that span? My son told me that spiders let out some silk, then throw themselves into the wind to land on far off spots. Seems like a life lesson in there somewhere. Yeah, maybe spiders don’t have the same fear or awareness of falling/failing that humans do. But to cast yourself into thin air takes a commitment to success that I can’t help but admire.
And the spider knows just how ephemeral her success is, too.
Each day her beautifully constructed web is torn asunder by wind, animals, or humans.
Each night she rebuilds.
Hers is an intricate, silent dance that I felt privileged to observe.