We’ve just had a couple of days on the North Coast, visiting with Grandma and Grandpa and enjoying the warmer (than where we live) weather.
it’s always wonderful to see the coastal colours of winter too
…especially compared to the stark, brown, dry and dead that seems to dominate our local scenery.
The garden was teeming with all of these little garden spiders. Spinning their webs, catching dinners and rebuilding as required. Kind of feels like my life at the moment… tackling the to-do list, dinners, more tackling, more dinners. It seems like I’m stuck in my own web of never-ending-ness and not-achieving-much-fast.
makes me wonder if spiders ever get sick of doing the same thing over and over and over
In the comments, I’d love to hear:
Ever get stuck in your own web of life? What do you do to keep yourself sane when you do?