Not so much for the spiders.
It’s wonderful not having to work for a living, and not having had to do it now for almost 13 years.
Great to get up when you wish, have a bagel and cream cheese at your leisure, coffee too, and then sit on the downstairs terraza in clean, 60-degree air, gazing at pure greenery and smashing colors in September sunshine.
It was a bad morning for spiders, however, because they had over-reached, and I could not take it anymore. Broad spiderwebs stretched from aloe vera branches to brick arches, encasing macabre corpses of teeny-weeny victims.
I had overlooked this visual effrontery for many days, but this morning I took a broom to a number of spiderwebs, smacking them all to smithereens, them and their prey.
The morning vista is clear now.
The hummingbird is another matter. Every morning, and some afternoons too, she sits on the same little twig of the peach tree just over there within easy view.
The sun is behind her in the morning, and she spreads her tiny tail feathers wide, fanning them out and letting the sunshine accentuate her colors just for me. She holds that pose for quite a spell. You can’t beat that. Life is very good.
Well, not so much for the spiders.
But maybe I freed the souls of their victims. It’s good to play God.
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(Hummingbird photo by Greg Cope.)