Last while sometime June I discovered a green lynx spider. Lovely large mama bright green with white stripy legs had made a nest above our Russian fern tomato and underneath the broad sheltering spiny prickly expansive leaf of a yellow squash. Which I, trying to encourage the tomato to grow, trimmed. And thus discovered the sheltered spider's nest. Sick about having destroyed her home, I propped a dried squash leaf over her unhatched little silver egg case.
In the morning I went to take a peek & was greatly dismayed to see she was gone. Further mixed emotions that our resident praying mantis, clinging to the underside of said dried squash leaf, looked a little bigger. I left mama spider's egg case where it was attached to the tomato.
Today there was an explosion. Hundreds of tiny green lynx spiders sent parachutes into the air. Go, little green creatures.
8.24.2012
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- Location: Pecos Wilderness, New Mexico, United States
This is the time and the record of the time. I'll avoid definition as much as humanly possible. We can never step in the same river twice. Cold mud and fast currents and rocks and roots entangle, hot and fecund in the summer and frozen slow in the winter. Subject to change. I dream of Paradise.
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