But my photos are from sunny yesterday, on Stroudwater trail beside the defunct 19th century canal.
I never saw anything like this. Can’t be a paper wasp nest, can it? Convinced it must be despite its enormous size, and hanging on the thinnest stripling of a weed. Two more hikers overtook Red and me a couple hundred yards up the trail, and I asked if they saw it, but no, so I showed them the photo. They speculated whether bird-built, and I declared emphatically, “That’s insect, and I’m glad it’s dormant. Be sure to look for it on your way back. We’ll probably never see it’s like again.” And I say in my heart, Thank you Lord, for such wonders and surprises that you sprinkle on my daily path
I searched on line and found matches to its size, shape, and color: sure enough paper wasps or hornets, often Asian varieties.
God, Your creations are varied and beautiful, set before us a feast for the senses. I pray that we all see and sense them and know You as maker of all, dear Lord. Gratitude and thanks for the life You bestow on us.
Request today for special blessings on Baruch, Chad, Liz, and Melody Rose. (What a lovely name for a beloved grandchild.)
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