I think one of the things Mother Nature does best, is the ‘fleeting still moment’.
You know, where suddenly something that was humdrum five seconds ago, is suddenly decidedly exotic.
Like barbed wire in the fog.
For that very finite time (between dawn and the sunshine breaking through the fog) magical strings of crystal clear pearls appear draped between the barbs.
Teeny tiny fairy-sized ropes of dew droplets….
And I wonder if the spiders admire the beauty they have unwittingly played host to?
Or if they just shrugged their (multiple) shoulders and hope for a ‘good drying day’?
It’s not only the fencelines that sport this delicate jewellery…
Our Liquid Amber tree is home to a treasure trove between 6.30am and 9…
With more traditional shaped webs transformed by the heavy morning air…
Suddenly apparent against their colourful anchorpoints and saying ‘Ta DAH!’ before the warm sunshine melts away the miniscule diamonds, and they meld once more to the autumn colours of the tree.
Any ‘Fleeting Still Moments’ going on at your place?