Hedge Life






Overnight the spiders had washed their webs and hung them out to dry on the hedge.

I imagine spiders with pegs, with silk aprons and peg pockets and curlers in their hair.
While the webs blow on the line they brew pots of coffee and settle at a table with a piece of bluebottle toast.

But the butterflies! They seem drunk on life, bumping in-out of leaves, slurring their flight, waving their bright wings. Have they been dancing all night? Are their shoes all worn through?

They will knock over the spiders’ best china, barging about like that.

The spiders seem stoic about it.
Life is a gamble, they say, and thumb through their cookbooks.




Comments

  1. Dixie@dcrelief12 September 2015 at 10:15

    Love this and now, I want a cup of coffee, Lisa!!

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    1. Lisa Southard13 September 2015 at 09:30

      I'm drinking coffee now but not brewed by spiders :-)

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  2. Geo.12 September 2015 at 20:28

    I love your imaginative tableau. Nearly stepped on a huge wolf spider in the pumphouse last night. Caught her with a cup and card and set her under the hedge. Spiders are peaceful neighbors but do like to visit indoors unannounced.

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    1. Lisa Southard13 September 2015 at 09:37

      They like to surprise us. They favour our bathroom as a hangout and I actually feel lonely if there's no arachnids to chat to while I shower. My social life is odd...

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