Après le déluge

After the flood waters receded yesterday, I took this photo of the web in my front yard. © BCP 2010

I’m never sorry when it rains. In fact, I almost always love it. Yesterday, we had what the weatherfolk call a “rain event” that was more like the draining of some celestial bathtub than it was a typical rainstorm. The rain was coming down in sheets, not drops. More like the all-out torrents that Vancouverites are used to than what we usually get. I took pity on my poor child — who, refusing to either wear a rain coat or carry an umbrella, was doomed to an afternoon of being sopping wet — and drove him to the subway in the downpour.

And wonder of wonders. By the time I got home from the 10-minute trip, the sun was splitting the stones. I had my photo op. I ran in to get my camera to take a photo of the web that’s been a fixture in my front garden for some weeks. I see its owner when I come home at night. He (she?) hangs upside down in the centre of the web when not busily reweaving broken strands.

Never been a fan of spiders, despite the zoology degree. Had to take a look at a few close up in one of my mandatory courses, Invertebrate Zoo, but even then, didn’t really feel sympatico.

I’ve been trying to get over it, trying to get comfortable with the resident of this web that I see every day.

I’m not looking to be best friends, or anything. Besides. When I say hello to the spider, he/she never answers back. The birdies almost always do.

© BCP 2010

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