Caution:
If photos of spiders frighten you, don't scroll down past the 4th photo.
On a recent Friday afternoon, David and I took a walk through the state park woods, he with a camera and I with a nature journal and travel kit of supplies.
The brightest flush of colors had washed out of the woods, flamed and gone, but a mellow richness remained.
As usual, a splash of colorful leaves against bending boughs caught my eye, and I began sketching, first with a mechanical pencil, then with watercolors.
I was engrossed in painting this section of the woods when I noticed a tiny visitor wobbling up to my watercolor palette -- a Harvestman, or daddy longlegs.
Even though some spiders give me the heebee jeebees, this spider relative has always seemed friendly to me. They are harmless, have no venom, and eat garden pests like aphids, so this little friend didn't disturb my painting, but added a tiny welcomed feeling of being trusted by a forest denizen.
The woods are dry after the summer's drought stretches into the fall, and I think this fragile creature needed the moisture in my paints. Maybe it was seeking some mineral, too. It selected a mixture of Ultramarine Blue and Burnt Umber, both nontoxic pigments, and you can see the swath it lapped up from my palette. That little mixing well is about 1.5" by 1.75".
As someone who relies on a well, the drought has been concerning, anxiety inducing, and completely out of my control. In situations like that, I look for small ways I can help.
This gentle creature gave me a tiny way to feel helpful.
A blessing.
Wishing you the blessing of happy hours creating in nature.