Mount Lydia Colored Baptist Church Cemetery

09/04/2026

If you are still waiting today, please don’t lose
hope. 🫶🏼🤍🕊️

09/04/2026

Have you seen her this summer, the big yellow and black spider with the zigzag stitched down her web?

Old folks call her the writing spider. She has about six weeks left. The first hard frost ends her, and she seems to know it, because right now she is spinning something that will outlast her. A papery brown sac, hung in the goldenrod, packed with hundreds of eggs.

That sac holds through ice storms, wind and snow. In spring it opens and her children ride silk threads out over your garden, exactly the way a certain barn spider promised in the book.

Let the web stay through October. She is writing her will. 🕷️

09/04/2026

Bye August🧡🌻

09/04/2026

08/21/2026

Some seasons leave us feeling worn down, wondering if we'll ever feel like ourselves again. But healing doesn't always look dramatic. Sometimes it's simply choosing to keep going, even when the ground beneath you has been less than kind.

Your story isn't defined by what tried to break you. It's also shaped by every quiet moment you chose to grow anyway.

🌺 Annie