this is the time of year
when wasps nests have been vacated
where wind and rain loosen these artful bits
from where they were built
one can find their paper shells
these inner workings
upon the earthen floor of sylvan landscapes
a few days ago
when i was planting the Rowan tree
i heard a commotion
a squirrel chatting in a fitful manner
then a new sound
i looked to see what i think was a mink run across my bridge
in it's slinky movement
it ran
up and over logs and trees
then down the dirt road
gone
later i noticed at the base of a tree
three fresh holes dug
too large for our little tree squirrels
ah, it must have been that mink
i looked in the freshly dug dirt
found bits of underground bee or wasp nest
see above, the tiny beautiful structure
i sat it on top of one that is usually found in the trees
the large one is some sort of wasp nest
above is the back side of the small one
above is a different one i found
I find them to be so beautiful
similar to paper, cardboard or such
when the sun shines through
something ancient seems revealed
an enduring order
and beauty
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