Nature's Place

Flowers Above

It’s just past mid winter here and I didn’t expect to see this half inch crab spider on the lavender buds.

*Click on the pictures for a proper look … and click again.

She takes up position on the flowering tip and stretches out her ‘arms’ waiting for a visitor to come.

Her vision may not be great, she opens her arms wide to the touch of my lens on the stem beneath her.

And begins waving her arms, perhaps as a warning or a way of appearing bigger than she really is.

It’s a common enough strategy, even amongst people who have taken it past the physically desirable.

To the emotionally or notionally deluded. But of course spiders don’t build psychic constructs of want.

They act purely instinctively in preservation of the organism. No self reflection or intellectualizing here. No thinking self.

Probably not the same crab or flower spider as last year, but she sure looks like a close relative.

Flower spider because they hang around blooming flowers to see what they can catch to eat.

No sign of her prey this time, there’ll probably be others this year, dropping into the garden.

Since she is almost fully grown she probably lived up in the nearby flowering trees.

Then sensed aromatic colour in the garden and dropped in for a look-see.

Now she’s gone … to pastures new, or tidbit to a passing bird.

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A spider’s lot. To live and die a spider. How simple that is.

Free to be everything spider is, no complications.

Of mind, minding things that don’t matter.

To a spider being …

© Mark Berkery ……. Click on those pictures for a closer look

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