10 thoughts on “Silent Sunday: Fennel on an October Morning

    • I’m not sure why this happens in autumn, or perhaps we just don’t see the webs at other times of year? The webs are almost always empty as far as I can see.

  1. “A spider lives inside my head
    Who weaves a strange and wondrous web
    Of silken threads and silver strings
    To catch all sorts of flying things,
    Like crumbs of thoughts and bits of smiles
    And specks of dried-up tears,
    And dust of dreams that catch and cling
    For years and years and years…”

    – A poem by Shel Silverstein
    Cathy you have a beautiful garden and thanks for sharing that beautiful photo – Kourosh

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