Sunday, February 17, 2019

Love Letter: The Hornet's Nest, January 20 2019

I took a walk in the wind when I got home. I looked at the hornet's nest perched high in the naked branches of the tulip poplar, across from the cul-de-sac, and thought about the love and respect it symbolized.
As I approached, it blew down and smashed in a damp papery heap in the middle of the road before me. It was rather dramatic. I nudged it off into the grass, and tripped along laughing. 

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