I'm watching where I walk these days.
It's the spiderweb time of year.
In the morning light, I admire the intricate webs stretching between fence panels, between weeds, from tree limbs. They hold dewdrops and give the morning a magical sparkle.
By afternoon, my love affair with the webs wears. The Border collie returns from the pasture with sheep and webs clinging to her fur.
As I work at my computer, a web creator, falls from the ceiling, swings once, twice from her silken thread, lands next to my keyboard and scurries away.