Monday, August 26, 2024
Plants (although, not all) are flourishing in our yard with the summer’s rain and humidity. Eggplant and pepper plants are three feet tall and spreading out beyond the raised beds. The crabapple tree is loaded with scarlet-red fruits–40 crabapples make a nice pie, if you like, as I do, things just a bit sour. My cucumbers were a flop, while the tomatoes continue to yield the most precious summer fruits, despite various afflictions that come with a wet, humid summer.
Our small wildflower meadow is lush with wildflowers. Goldenrods that have never been taller, mix with the white flowers of asters and bonesets. Very tall purple-flowered ironweeds tower over all. There are a few weedy plants that I try to minimize by pulling the stems, roots and all, before they set flower. I walk quietly and slowly though the tall growth to avoid disturbing our friends the spiders. And yes, I love spiders. They don’t bite (if left alone), or fly away, or eat our vegetables or berries. They mostly sit completely still, waiting for a meal to fly into their nearly invisible web.
Around early August is when I typically notice the first yellow garden spider (Argiope aurantia) clinging to her web masterfully spun with a zig-zag pattern (called a “stabilimentum) down the middle. If there is one of these large orb weavers, I know there are more. I try to locate them all so I don’t walk through a web by mistake–this month I found five in the meadow. You can’t miss the striking black and yellow body and eight light-colored legs with black tips.
I’ve not found a male yellow garden spider, perhaps because they are much smaller and die soon after mating. The female eventually builds a brown, paper-like sac filled with eggs. She will die at first frost and the spiderlings will hatch next spring and start the process anew unless they are eaten by another predator, which often happens in nature.