For some reason known only to them, one of our kitchen windows attracted a congregation of harvestmen for several mornings in a row:
A trio appeared on the end of a honeysuckle tendril that’s making its way up a pillar supporting the roof over the patio:
It certainly appears they’re deep in discussion…
They’re harmless and they’re outside, so we let them be!
The Smell of Molten Projects in the Morning 