Wasps again; I wrote of them before, how up the shed, they made their next, next to every door!
Their nasty hoo-ers, they know how to sting!
Get to close, and a squadron flies in!
Last summer; I made a truce; you don\'t bother me, I don\'t kill you.
The truce has held for some time; Praise the Lord, I say! every one was fine.
It\'s stinking hot today, still cool int the night...
Could be the year of the insect?
They were flying about last night-
The spiders at home are doing a good job; better than the poison, made by the tub..
Back to the shed, and my dilemma:
You see, they (the wasps), are back at this door, the one I use most!
I can\'t see their nest, but presume it is close?
Their gathering water? Or maybe the moss?
I don\'t want to fight them, it hurts, and I don\'t know the cost?
Their flying close, but I don\'t loose my cool..
I suspect they can sense danger?
I might be a fool?
Not perturbed, I hasten to my my job...
As they busy around me, doing their job...
I\'m spooked by the wasps but what can I say?
Only a fool would pass this way!
Between the wasps, and the snakes, and all the long grass, trash, treasure, crap from the past.......
Nature draws near, as we grow!
To see creation, how it flows?
How it helps each other; from the soil to the bud...
How does it know?
My thoughts return, to his love.
Giving us dominion over the earth...
Have we sold it all?
To return to the dirt!
Some fungus will find us, of that I am sure...
Where life goes on, in primeval spores.....
What utter madness!
The fools off his head!
But I do remember what he said: when all is completed, there is a rest...
Enough contemplation!
Back to the test.
One thing is clear; if I leave the wasps no one will come near!
Except, of course, welcome friends...
All for His glory, I recommend.