Whatever the explanation, the webs have been out in full force. They catch you in the woods, cling to your hair, your clothes, your shoes. Not, of course, to your dog. He's too short to be webbed.
They drive you to carry a stick and walk along the paths swinging it madly from side to side; in other words, webs make you look foolish.
Webs appear overnight, strung across the trampoline or the pergola, nature's bunting. True, they are not good for hikers or unsuspecting insects. But stand aside, glimpse one with the sun behind it, thin threads gleaming, and it's clear that webs are good for the soul.
(Photo: Tom Capehart)