The spider who has been living for several weeks in her zig-zag stitched web by the front steps has laid her eggs.
Here is the egg sack attached to a post of the porch.
It seems a precarious place to leave spider babies-to-be.
Some of the roses and flowers in the border are reviving in the cooler weather.
The dew lingers long each morning.
These filmy sparkling webs cling to the French marigolds [which have turned into lusty shrubs] and are spread over the flat-clipped box which edges the porch.
Spice pinks, gilly flowers, if I may call them that--grown from seed.