Between Our Steps: The Wasps' Nest
Cathy Hird shares a personal essay on the changing of the seasons.
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On the branch of a maple tree reaching halfway across the road hangs a paper wasp nest. No one saw it until the leaves fell off the tree, but the nest must have been built over the summer. Busy wasps flew in and out for months while none of us noticed.
I walked under the nest every day, did not see …
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