hope is such a little thing

in my kitchen, under the top cupboard, just to the right of the left-most lamp, dwells a little spider. she is not particularly particular, in either shape or size, or mood, or faith. just a regular little spider. sometimes, she carries on her mysterious spidery business in her little spidery web. sometimes she strolls over the under-edge of the cupboard. once, i found her making a hasty retreat up, up, up a silvery silk thread, from the fruit bowl on the counter back to her web. 'maybe she's a fruit spider, mamma...'. maybe. Isabelle has picked up on my interest and now we are two to be delighted, every morning, as we enter the kitchen. 'look, there she is! our spider'.

for some reason, some evasive, silvery silky thread of a reason, the existence of this little spider, and the fact that she lives in my kitchen, makes me insanely, delightedly happy.

(and that, my friends, is a clear sign that we have made it to March).