Such is the quiddity of Humility.
“Thus spins the spider, hated by many for its spooky bite, its clingy web, the feeling of neglect its presence leaves behind. Yet it weaves its web and catches its prey to the best of its ability, and if you happen to capture a glimpse of its artwork glistening with dew in the sunlight, you think how bejeweled is the creator of that webwork.”
-Quote by Marsha Lee, dear friend and superbly inspiring, talented, humourous, and entertaining blogger. Please feel welcome to drip by her blog and imbibe of her literary adventures- and I greatly encourage leaving a comment as she will dazzle and enthrall with her wonderfully scintillating and winsome response: Marsha Lee
Many good cheers,
Autumn Jade
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What a really lovely post. Thanks so much for the follow on Writing Between the Lines. I look forward to following you too.
Oh splendid, splendid! Aye! And thank you for sluicing by, much appreciated! Cheers,
Autumn Jade
How much I enjoy our interchanges! What an honor to be quoted in your blog!!!! I am truly touched.
There is an expression on me walnut visage very redolent of a smiling toad right now. Oooo by the way, I was out toad hunting and found an old toad friend I’ve known for years, and held her for a while. Ah, it was such a content moment. Thought of you, and smiled. I will now always think of you and spooky bites when I snap those scintillating lines of gossamer ruins, as well, and when I am with dragonflies. They still love to pose for me, dragonflies do, so very odd. I was out in the weald this past weekend, I was Hamlet I may have mentioned before, and took a spill to take some photos (I think Hamlet would have been wont to take sudden dramatic spills too, so I was still in character). Dragonfly flew up and landed right in front of the lens and posed, then decided to alight on my shoulder like a dear and loved pet of a picaresque old pirate like meself. It was grand. I am glad we have formed such a comity here in blog-land, I highly appreciate every word we share. Cheers!!! And thank you for slipping by,
Autumn Jade
I don’t know when I’ve felt more complimented to have some one who tells me that they were reminded of me when they met an old toad friend. hahahaha. Smiling OLD Toad here at your service!!!!
😉 I thought you would be beaming at such a compliment! She’s a darling little toad, I’ve known her ever since I moved to Florida. I was astonished to find her again. She’s soooo sweet, I’d have you kiss her, but that’s not very conducive considering the distance….I’ll kiss her in your honour.
Ooo you may like this little story. The first night I met her, I had also caught a giant toad. He was absolutely massive. I carried him across the way to show Sir, and that’s when I noticed this little lassie toad hiding near the drinking fountain, peeking out at me, my then New toad friend. I bequeathed the large toad to Sir, which was when he decided to expel fluid (the toad), (they never do this to me, only to Sir…), right well, then I scooped up our little lassie. She was so cute, dark complexion, wonderfully aurific eyes, and she even chirped. I said to Sir, “Now, set the bloke down right there Sir.” He happily obliged. The toad sat there like a trained poodle. “Watch this, Sir, as this little toad here is going to hop onto his back and he’ll carry her away.” Sir was dubious, “Ooooohhhh please, that’ll never happen, Babs! HAW HAW!” (he said the same thing when I told him the tree frog would hop right onto his face, he didn’t believe me then and of course that is precisely what happened, and it was hilarious let me tell you…Or when I told him I could get a surly goose to kiss me right on the lips, which, of course that is precisely what happened, geese love me, even surly ones) In other words, he never learns to listen to me.
Right, well, I set her down, right near our bloke, and that is absolutely what happened. She hopped right onto the back of the large blond bloke and he hopped off with her clinging to his back like a baby koala. It was precious, and it was very entertaining to watch Sir’s bulbous eyes bung out in astonishment. He never believes me. So, anyhow, this really is a VERY special toad. I am naming her Marsha. 😀 Marsha Lee Toadie.
P.S. My like button isn’t working here, but rest assured, I love your work, and like seeing my words there, too.
My like button has not been working properly, either, and this just happened today, most peculiar!
What a great story!! You are the new Dr. Doolittle. I am amazed and amazed again at your stories. ML Toadie 🙂
🙂 I am glad you liked it. Sir sings that song at me sometimes, then I clobber him.
Who else can REALLY talk to the animals. You!!
I suppose it would happen to anyone that spent their first years of life stubbornly living up in a tree XD
I used to climb the, but I came down again. My favorite was a cherry tree in my Grandmother’s yard. I helped her pick up in the top of the tree, then we made cherry pies. YUM! Always motivated by my tummy, then as now!
What a fabulous memory!! Oh thank you for sharing that with me. Too splendid!! I can just imagine it, can just taste those cherries. I have never tasted fresh cherries before, that must have been phenomenal! My mum and I did tend a garden together and used to cook together with our own fresh peppers, tomatoes, onion, garlic- oh and rhubarb pie, that was too fun to make. Oh and the fresh strawberries, I used to do all kinds of things with those. I also fed some spiders around there, so neighbourhood children got a lesson in berry-picking and spider-feeding, har har.
But as soon as I could walk, I was up that long-needle pine tree, observing all the sagas of the natural world. I would come down at night, though. I was so much a feature of the tree that blue jays built a nest there where I was and I was able to observe their whole life cycle up close. I would come down out of the tree to gather insects and worms and would feed the baby birds, parents never minded. I was two-years-old, remember it oh so vividly. One of the chicks out of three survived, I named him Hopper, as he, like many fleglings, enjoyed a bit of hopping about. I was in the tree the day he flew away.
His thoughts were slow, His words were few, and never formed to glisten. But he was a joy to all his friends — You should have heard him listen, yep i am listening 😀
Ooo Beautiful! Thanks for drizzling by! Cheers,
Autumn Jade