As I passed the grape arbor today, I took one last look – hoping there were some salvageable fruits. The season was ending and many of the leaves had become brown and brittle. Still, a few stubborn fruits hung on. As I reached for one, I realized someone had beaten me to it. A wasp had found it first. He was upended in the grape – literally! All you could see of him was his back end sticking out of the grape! And I knew he was feasting! As the wasp dove in head first, I was reminded of children doing handstands in pools and lakes during summer – playing with wild abandon, feasting on sunshine and sleeping late and cool water and good friends: drinking in bicycle rides, watermelon-covered cheeks and chins, amusement park thrills, and climbing trees. And, just for a moment, I was jealous of the wasp!
Written Sept. 2007
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