This web in the grass captured more than prey this morning. Suspended in its threads were droplets from sprinkler, each catching the filtered morning light and each acting as lens and window into a world closer to the ground.
Seems every time I write a news story about Arkansas’ droughted conditions, it rains. Not that I’m complaining, we need the water, even if the text loses its news value.
This afternoon, following some errands in town, I wondered where “our” violets were. Last year, we had some that bloomed as early as January. Nose to the ground, I finally spotted three of them in the green that passes for a lawn — pale violet, some more white than violet.
The chickweed was also eye-catching. The tiny flowers and water’s powerful surface tension seemed to make little snow globes with the flowers embedded in the bottom.