Friday, July 09, 2021

Friday Ramble - Sticky

Sticky is a fine word for July, for our puckish "toing and froing" between sunshine and rain, steamy heat during the day and pleasantly cool temperatures at night, weathers moderate and weathers extreme. This summer is a glue pot or a very "sticky wicket" at the best of times. Having said that, it was cool and rainy overnight, and my garden looks much happier this morning for its ablutions. We so needed the rain.

This week’s mucilaginous word offering hails from the Old English stician  meaning “to pierce, stab, transfix”" as well as “to adhere, be embedded, stay fixed or be fastened”. Then there are the Proto-Germanic stik, Old Saxon stekan, Dutch stecken, Old High German stehhan and German stechen all meaning much the same thing.  Most of this week's word kin are rooted in the Proto-Indo-European (PIE) form steig meaning "to affix, point or be pointed".  The Latin instigare (to goad) and stinguere (to incite or impel), the Greek stizein (to prick or puncture) and Old Persian tigra (sharp or pointed) are cognates, and for some strange reason, so is the Russian stegati (to quilt).

Early mornings here are lovely times for walks or hanging out in the garden. By ten, Beau and I are usually happy to be indoors and looking out, rather than actually being out. At twilight, off we go again, and we potter around the village, peering into trees for ripening plums and little green acorns, for wildflowers blooming unseen in the leafy depths of hedgerows like diffident summer jewels.

On early walks, hedgerows are festooned with spider webs, and the strands of silk are strung with beads of pearly dew, looking for all the world like fabulous neck ornaments. The webs are, for the most part, the work of an orb weaver known as the writing spider, corn spider or common garden spider (Argiope aurantia). Artfully spun from twig to twig, the spider's creations are sublime.  No two are the same, and they are often several feet from one edge to the other.

Peering at a web one morning this week, I remembered a friend in the neighborhood (now moved away) who used to "do" web walks with me and occasionally rang the doorbell at sunrise when she discovered a real whopper and just had to share it. I thought too of the metaphor of Indra's jeweled web and how we are all connected in the greater scheme of things. Emaho! Sticky or not, it's all good.

5 comments:

Victoria Londergan said...

Lovely sharing …

The Spider holds a Silver Ball
In unperceived Hands —
And dancing softly to Himself
His Yarn of Pearl — unwinds —

He plies from nought to nought —
In unsubstantial Trade —
Supplants our Tapestries with His —
In half the period —

An Hour to rear supreme
His Continents of Light — Emily Dickinson

🙏🏻🧚💕💫

kerrdelune said...

Absolutely love the poem, Victoria! Always a lover of Emily's work.

Kiki said...

What an utterly delightful post this is. Thank you.
I once posted a spiderweb with a cool quote on diamonds. Can't find it any longer but your beauty reminded me .

Kiki said...

Lovely 😍

Kiki said...

Lovely 😍