Okay, so I knew I had some hornet nest paper around somewhere, and indeed I did! Tucked in to a page in this Bob Dylan book.
Once someone I knew had hornets building a nest in a small tree in her backyard. She pulled a chaise lounge chair under it, and lie there over a few weeks watching the hornets build. Crazy! This hornet paper is not from that nest. No, it was collected long ago by my boys' father when he was a young man before I knew him. The Bob Dylan book belonged to him too.
It was cold last week. Ice formed over night and surprised us in the morning.
Then yesterday we had a record high of 75 degrees fahrenheit and people were going around in their shorts again. But the leaves are mostly down, and the skies are gray, and I smiled this morning as I drove out early. Winter is short here, and mild, which may be why I like it so well.
