Breakfast Spiders – Miller Farm Friday
A Blog by Chicken Wrangler Sara
One of my favorite things about children in general and grandchildren specifically is the wonder with which they view life. Two years ago, we had a couple of spiders living in our canna lilies.
Before grandkids, I would have been terrified of these spiders. But as a Grandma, I see things with wonder.
Alex and Theo were visiting and thought the spiders were wonderful.
Theo called them “spider monkeys” – a product of spending lots of time at the zoo. Alex wanted to name them Pancake and Waffle.
I checked on Pancake and Waffle each time I went to water my flower beds. Eventually, they disappeared to wherever spiders go when they get tired of their current location.
This year I discovered a spider in our front flower bed.
There was a time when its presence would have prevented me from using the front door out of fear. Now my first thought was “Alex and Theo would love this.”
I took a picture and sent it to them.
I named the spider French Toast. We’ll see how long he hangs out.
