I saw the first tarantula this year, it seems like fall is really here, even though Indian Summer still lingers. Fall is the mating season for tarantulas, they walk around actively looking for their mate. This tarantula climbed on a tall blade of grass, slid down like an acrobat, entering the deep grass and disappearing into the mountain. He seems to know where he’s going, answering a call of nature and his heart, towards his destiny.
Things are all moving forward at their own pace, with no sound nor notification. Nature is so powerful, yet silent. Everything happens in its own time, like fall sneaking in, like the tarantula looking for their mate this time of the year.
On my way down the mountain, a coyote standing still as if appreciating the setting sun painting the mountain, and he became part of the painting. Along the ridge, three deer lined up into a perfect silhouette.
Hello September!