"Salutations!" it said. "I'm up here.""So am I," said another tiny voice.
"So am I," said a third voice. "Three of us are staying. We like this place and we like you."
Wilbur looked up. At the top of the doorway three small webs were being constructed. On each web, working busily was one of Charlotte's daughters." (-Charlotte's Web by E.B. White)
Someone brought us our own baby spider "friends" today. (Perhaps one of Charlotte's relatives?) Three children, ages 22 months to 4 years crouched down and stared intently at the head of the Buddha statue in the garden. "They're babieees," said the sister, imploring her little brother not to touch.
The hopscotch, jump rope, and bubbles were still on the driveway while we stopped to view a little bit of spring magic. It was quiet, except for the sound of the frogs up the hill. The sun had its late afternoon glow, preparing for our part of the world to begin its night time wind down. As the cycle continues, all seemed right with the world.
