Knocking down spider webs from the ceiling of the front stoop is really one of that after-thought kind of thing. I don’t put it on my “to do” list. It’s not like I spend any time there – I just pass through, usually in a hurry.
The snowy, icy, bitter cold of the last few days might explain how this sight came to be.
Frozen, frosted spider webs. As soon as the sun hit them this morning, they were gone.
Freaky. Guess I need to dig out that broom.
