#another spider

[taonpest]

Hellooooo

[thesingingbullfrog]

Look at this gorgeous gentleman! My first time ever finding a Phidippus Johnsoni  at the pond.

[lvkeskvwalkers]

Do not think me too unfeeling, Spider spinning from my ceiling Threads of gossamer perfection I must sever the connection

Mary Parsons, Another Spider

My great grandma wrote a lot of poetry when she was younger. This is one of the most memorable ones (maybe because it’s so easy to remember.) I think she did have some of her poems published, though I can’t remember which.

She lived in Canada for my whole life, and I only met her a few times, all before I turned five. She was always really healthy and went on walks and runs late into her 80s. Toward the end of her life she developed Alzheimer’s, and didn’t remember me. I remember the last time I talked to her on the phone—I was just ten, and she thought I was much younger. When I was 14, she called to speak to my mother, but thought she was her cousin.

I barely knew my great grandmother, except that she liked the poems I sent her in the mail, preferred to go by Mike instead of Mary, and that she loved my mother very much. Also, her broccoli soup was delicious.

But her poems still mean a lot to me. In a way it’s like a window into her personality—at least, her personality before Alzheimer’s.

I’m just feeling nostalgic I guess.

[poceket]

i'm going to cry

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