"I celebrate myself, and sing myself,/And what I assume you shall assume,/For every atom belonging to me as good belongs to you.//I loafe and invite my soul,/I lean and loafe at my ease observing a spear of summer grass."
Thursday, September 17, 2009
This American Back Forty Life
This orb-weaver is the same species I had last year. This year, this one has built a web between the basil and the beans. She sits in the center of the web until I get too close. Then she takes cover under the basil.