Two days ago, we heard a loud knock at our front door. James opened it and there stood six-year-old Clayton, the youngest of our neighbors' two grandsons. "Is Miss Sheryl there?" he asked. I gave him a hug. Then he handed me a brown envelope (above).
"Do you want me to open it now?" I asked. He nodded. Inside, I found a sheet of folded notebook paper with a picture of a spider that he'd drawn (below). I was so touched I got goosebumps on my legs!
"Would you and your mom like to go see a spider like this one in our back yard?" I asked him. He nodded and ran across the street.
The two of them shortly returned, and I led them to the back yard. My biggest yellow garden spider wasn't in the turks caps any more (she relocated, which they sometimes do during the night), but I showed them a smaller spider lady hanging upside down in her web among the savlias and trailing lantanas. I was so excited and happy about Clayton's gift to me that I could barely talk about how the large spiders are always females and that the much smaller males only show up long enough to mate.
Thank you, Clayton! I love the special present that you made just for me. Your thoughtfulness touched my heart, and your own love of nature makes me so very, very happy. Love, ms sheryl