Peevish Pen

Ruminations on reading, writing, rural living, retirement, aging—and sometimes cats. And maybe a border collie or other critters.

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Location: Rural Virginia, United States

I'm an elderly retired teacher who writes. Among my books are Ferradiddledumday (Appalachian version of the Rumpelstiltskin story), Stuck (middle grade paranormal novel), Patches on the Same Quilt (novel set in Franklin County, VA), Them That Go (an Appalachian novel), Miracle of the Concrete Jesus & Other Stories, and several Kindle ebooks.

Monday, October 06, 2014

Frosty Morn?

The last few mornings have been chilly, and some areas in the western part of the state have experienced frost. It hasn't frosted here yet—or has it? A few days ago, the hemlock beside the front porch had a distinctly frosted look in the early morning fog.

But it wasn't frost at all. Do you see what it is? Here's another look.

The boxwoods in the foreground tell you what the "frosting" really is.

Overnight, the spiders had been busy. Add some moistures, and you have it—a frosty look on all the bushes. 

A closer look revealed a multitude of gossamer tents. Did fairies encamp here the previous night?

The dew hung from regular spider webs and made them glisten.

When the sun burned off the fog, the frosting—or fairy tents—vanished. And it hasn't frosted here yet.



Blogger CountryDew said...

Wow, what a lot of webbing. I've noticed lots of spider webs in the fields, too.

11:09 AM  

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