Most of my books are in storage, including everything I have on insects and arachnids, so I wasn’t able to look up this tiny little chap that visited my garden today. It landed on the handle of my chimenea, which was fortunately not lit at the time. He/she was beautiful but even though I’m not scared of spiders, I wasn’t getting too close. Even though it can’t have been much more than a centimetre or two long, it had attitude! I don’t have a macro lens, and this was taken with a 28-300mm that happened to be on the camera, so the photo is a bit smudged. Looking at the “Guide to Garden Spiders” (Field Studies Council) I think that it is almost certainly a comb-footed spider (Paidiscura pallens).
Monthly Archives: August 2018
In a ghostly cloud
The weather yesterday was uncompromising. It started off drizzling. In the afternoon it poured, and then at about 6 it stopped raining but the hills over the estuary began to vanish, the water faded to grey, the folly disappeared and then, when I checked, the hill to the right of the house, as well as the council houses along its foot, had all vanished too. We were literally sitting in a cloud. I walked down the slope to my garage to take a couple of things down, in shorts and a jumper, and it was weird – the cloud was damp but everything was warm, and I could feel it on my legs and face without experiencing any real sense of it actually touching. It was like being tickled by a friendly ghost. A couple walking up the hill slowly emerged from the silver-grey and seemed startled to see me with box of weed killers under one arm and paint tray in the other hand, and they paused and watched me vanish into the garage. They seemed to find it all as surreal as I did.
A frog beneath my bay tree
Not much sun today but warm and dry. Got quite a bit done. The former gardener’s last strimming of the grass resulted in a hayfield and I could bear it no longer so found a fan-rake in the garage and raked it and all the fallen leaves into piles ready for placing in my garden bin. Looks SO much better. I disturbed a frog under the giant bay tree. I couldn’t believe it at first, because what on earth would a frog be doing living half way up a steep hill? Not a natural place for the accumulation of a water source. I stopped raking near him/her because it was clearly causing anxiety, and instead whipped out my pocket camera and took a photo. A pretty little thing and I do hope that it finds its way to a water source eventually. As I saw a dragonfly later in the day, I assume that someone around here must have a large garden pond.




