Thatching ants. I couldn’t leave their anthills alone when I was a kid—and I got the bites to show for it. Climbing into a nest full of pinching creatures definitely has its risks.
But in the coming weeks I’ll do it again. Gladly. Thankfully. Many of you will, too—during the holidays—as you trek back to a nest you left long ago, or as you welcome your own traveling ants home.
May you land in the shelter of a warm nest this season. May the bites you receive be few, and may you bite . . . not at all. And if you find yourself on a distant trail somewhere, may you still know that you are deeply loved. And never alone.
Instead of blogging in the coming weeks, I’ll be spending those hours deep in my own nest. I’ll be back with a new post on January 4th. Would you like me to email it to you?
Here’s how to sign up:
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Would love to have you along.
Meanwhile, put your feet up. Spend some time with past posts at Watching Nature, Seeing Life . . . and look for my daily pics on FB and IG.
Thanks for reading. You make all this worthwhile.
“Live in harmony with one another.” Romans 12:16a
“Love one another.” John 13:34