Poetry is a fresh morning spider-web telling a story of moonlit hours of weaving and waiting during a night.
Carl Sandburg
On a foggy morning, the silk strands of a web glisten with dewy diamonds.
A spider hangs in the window, waiting.
After hunting insects all summer, I am beginning to feel a little spider-like.
Patience is key.
Bees will eventually bumble in.
Ladybugs will climb.
A spice bush swallowtail may stay surprisingly still.
The grasshopper will leap into sight.
Tiger swallowtail could get preoccupied with a blazing star,
And a singing Cicada fall from the tree.
The Monarch will make a Royal Appearance,
And unwary flies land before me.
Will you walk into my parlour? Said the spider to a fly: '"Tis the prettiest little parlour That ever you did spy.
Mary Howitt
The Collector
Spider-like I spin
my web patiently, sensing
when you wander in.
I have had a great time looking for bugs everywhere this summer. The spider binding book I mentioned in my last post (click here if you didn’t see that one) is almost completely full of photos.
Spider binding from the top - its shape is the reason for its name.
I realized I could add twice the photos I thought I could to this book because of the wide open format, so I printed the extra photos today. Now I just need to mount them and add the cover photo and I’ll be done.
Another follow up - I am offering a three hour bookbinding workshop on September 28, 2024 at 9:30 am at my barn/studio in Glenn, Michigan.
We will be making a hand-stitched slotted wrapper binding, and, if we have time, I’ll also show you a how to make a couple of fun single sheet folded books. All tools and materials will be provided. The cost is $75 per person. Class size is limited to 10 people, so please let me know as soon as possible if you’re interested by replying to this message (if you received this post via e-mail) or sending me an email at rhodatude@gmail.com.
Thank you so much for being here. See you next month!
What a beautiful summer this has been. Here’s a brief moment with the sun, before my little part of earth turned away into night.