The woods are covered in spider webs this time of year.

Early spring is just a bummer, isn't it. It's still not warm enough to do summer things and too warm to continue to do winter things. I had to spring out the lawmower yesterday just to cut the chickweed and thistle infestation in my yard.


The woods of spring are dreary and the last few days of heavy fog make them look even more depressed. Last autumn's leaves are matted up on the forest floor and though the old-growth trees are budding, there's this skeletonized look to the woodlots. A prime time for determining winter deer trails and hunting shed antlers, it's also the time that the creepy-crawlers come out.


With the woods laden with dew this morning, I trekked to our land outside Viola this morning. What I found was a bit surreal.


At first, it seemed to be a separate layer of ground fog hanging in the barren underbrush. Upon investigation, however, I found that it was simply an infestation of spiders coming out of their winter hides and building their webs which had been covered in dew. Though the webs looked like whispers of clouds, they were, in reality millions of tiny silk threads festooned with diamond droplets of dew. There were tubed webs, and blanket webs, and even drapery webs, but all below 2 feet of the forest floor.  Singly, they were each quite amazing in their tapestry, but cumulatively, they were phenomenal. The silkened blanket of minute gemstones carpeting the dourly drab forest floor which made the realization that even when they look dead, the woods are alive.


Why not visit your local woodlot and discover what's been there all alone. It's sure to surprise you.