Monthly Archives: December 2014
I started to feel like Ray Kinsella from Field of Dreams, hearing whispers in the humid, sticky Kentucky evenings, “if you plant it, they will come.”
After I stepped back far enough to digest the almost invisible strands, covering an expanse broader than my living room wall, the motionless spider in the center was hardly visible, a motionless, unassuming blot.
I was humbled once to realize I couldn’t fully love the outdoors without other people. I was now humbled again to realize there will never be enough natural things for me.