Monday, May 3, 2021



I prowled the banks of the stream - filled for the first time in at least a year - as my daughters played in the playground beside it. Butterflies fluttered, bugs seemed to study me. This spider seemed to decide I wasn't food and I studied it's haired legs and patterned body with interest. 

I've been thinking of writing a children's book about mini-beasts and have been reading up about spiders. My mind is full of new and odd words. Spinnarets, chelicerae, pedals. They are old interesting, odd and faintly disturbing. 

I am intrigued. 

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