I hold an empty cup to capture morning’s light.
And blush as it smiles down upon my small place.
The eight-legged ball of fire casts a line into the early breezes.
Like a voyeur I watch the romance of wing and bloom through my window of wonder.
Kissing every blossom it moves quickly and efficiently.
A work of flame and cotton candy!
My progress is slowed by the sidewalk sentry. What? Do I know the password?
Let me think…..
Is it squirrel stew?
Is it squirrel gumbo? NO?
Awwwww…….nuts!! I can’t remember..
WHAT?! THAT’S the password? Sorry little guard. I don’t have any with me today. But I know where there are some tasty little mushrooms…..
We hope you are having a colorful weekend.