Originally published in the Manchester Guardian on 8 September 1916
The autumnal touch of morning mist reveals the fact that spiders are more numerous than we imagine. Over the hedge-top, slung between the garden plants stretched across the road and pathway, and suspended beneath the bushes are innumerable lines, nets, and traps, all carefully prepared to ensnare the heedless fly or other insect. They are there, these nets, on every summer day, but it is only when the moisture ropes them with scintillating minute drops –
“every fairy wheel and thread
Of cobweb dew-bediamonded” –*
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Source: Guardian Environment