A friend looked at a spider on one of our sliding glass doors. It was carrying off a bug bigger and even weirder looking than itself. “What are those?” she said.
“They’re bugs. Don’t you know you’re in the woods?”
Not all the ground is sandy here. Some places have a red clay base; others iron rock that would break a drill. A four inch frog-strangler of a rain pushed beach-worthy white sand out into a portion of one of the fire lane roads, making these wild man-of-the-earth vine flowers look like they arose from a coastal marsh rather than an inland pine forest. Now I think of it, it seems odd that this “beach white” sand is out here in a Longleaf pine forest. Pretty, though, and soft on bare feet.