While reminiscing about my pond the other day, I mentioned a treasure – wasp’s nests. Wasp’s nests? I know, I do have very odd notions about what to value and what not. These perfect creations out of layers of different coloured mud or clay count among my store of gems.
Made without a potter’s wheel — nonetheless they are perfectly round, perfectly centred. Each fragile layer laid on to the precise thinness as the previous one, obviously done without the need, like humankind, for calipers. And the hexagonal cubicles within – oh! Everything just so. Simply and utterly divine. I gaze on these tiny gems, and I cannot help but marvel.