On a misty, still October morning, every web stands out in silver against the mist.	The drops are just barely heavy enough to stay on the web; larger ones have run together.
Cleo walks on the fence to stay out of the wet grass. She would not hesitate to jump down if she spotted a mouse.
Here's a closeup of another web. The spiders had all retreated to dryer spots at the attachment points of their webs, under leaves or bark.
The grass garden in dew, just as the sun began to burn through the mist. The first large grass is Lindheimer muhly; the softer fringe beyond is the 6-7 foot seedheads of switchgrass.	A web-laced, dew-spangled Maximilian sunflower is beautiful even when the flowers are past.
Dew has weighed this grass down.
Biological engineering--the arcs of suspension.
Eryngo, striking in its purples and silvers anytime, is even more beautiful filled with dew.	In a few minutes, the sun will have burned off the dew as well as the mist, but for this moment, the web is jeweled in fire and ice.

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