A quiet walk on a dewy morning always brings a sparkle from the weaver’s lair.
I thought I’d share a few of my own captures. My favorite is down at #6, where she’s literally woven the wildflowers and weed seed heads into her elaborate design.
My favorite along with this quote from Beatrix Potter…
Thank God I have the seeing eye, that is to say, as I lie in bed I can walk step by step on the fells and rough land seeing every stone and flower and patch of bog and cotton pass where my old legs will never take me again.