I’m partial to a walnut of an evening.
Sunrise: 07.07 Sunset: 05.39
Every evening I creep up on this walnut’s nest; every evening she is waiting for me just outside her front door. Her body is as big as my fist. She spits at my torch beam: arachnophobes nightmare, if truth be told. She is beautiful, though, and I can’t resist stealing her image. She’ll not accept my company for long and soon retreats indoors.