I spent the first half of this week on trains and in meetings and having dinner with strangers. There’s nothing like work travel to make me appreciate how much I truly love my life at home. Our hydrangea & hosta are nearly in full bloom. Everyone else’s have long-since bloomed, but ours are always the last up here on our little mountain.
It’s a little bit of a miracle that I was able to photograph the spider on our hydrangea bush. I am terrified of spiders. I’m not really terrified of anything, but spiders are a different story. I don’t even know where to start. I consider myself a strong woman in most regards, but when it comes to these little, fuzzy, fanged creatures, I become a shaking mess of tears & fear. Yet, as I was snapping away at our flowers the other day and I came across this arachnid, I was strangely drawn to it. Am I the only one? Mysteriously drawn to the very things that terrify me the most in this world? A morbid curiosity? Or perhaps, the most human of conditions? Perhaps. I’ve been pushing myself outside of my comfort zone recently and I’m going to keep on going. This is evolution.