The weather is getting warmer, the sun is shining, and the breeze is no longer cold. The flowers of the wild currant bush are starting to give off their captivating scent. I have been cleaning the terrace today. Time for another little spring poem:
Cleaning the garden chairs
Jumping spider, jump away!
Don’t want to kill you
So like my last spring poem, it is about an arthropod again. I don’t know why people don’t like them. They deserve more poems. I see little animals coming out everywhere now, spiders and insects and worms. Like them and spring becomes more beautiful.
Juming spiders are actually very fascinating animals. For an animal of this minute size, they are astonishingly smart. The more I learn about them, the more fascinating they become. I find them actually cute (although that does not really show on a magnified picture like this):